[Verse 1]

I love hip hop give props this isn't a game

Homie just stop it's not really in your veins

You exist as a disgrace just to get some pay

It's like you're spitting in the face of the image of the greats

This isn't just a phase, man I live this everyday

You were getting in the way now I’m sitting in your place

I'm gifted in a way to what I’ve written on the page

Is so deep, it's like you've transcended into space

Is so clean, it's like you've been swimming in a lake

Is so sweet, it's like you've just bit into a cake

And this is just a taste of my lyrical display

If I gave you any more you'd go mental or insane

All the ignorant restraints would go missing in your brain

And like equivalent exchange all your images will change

From you listening to Wayne, to listening to Dre

It's like inception, minus crazy women and the trains

This is just a shame, rap is different today

All I'm hearing now is ignorance, how is this getting played

Every lyricists is plain, what they're spittin' is the same

Rap has perished it's apparent now they're pissing on the grave

Makes me clinically deranged, cuz I'm in a different lane

I wanna hit em in the face till they're limping with a cane

My mission isn't changed, rapping sick until my name

Isn't Mentioned in the same frickin' sentence as you lames

[Verse 2]

...I feel the effort that I'm Giving is a waste

Just want respect for all the messages I'm Mixing to this tape

Don’t wanna hear about your chain, You should slit into your veins

Just So, When you pass away. You won't be Getting in the gates

A warrior on tracks, I'll leave Any beat slain

Don't stand in my way, or I'll make pure Calamity rain

Man is he sane? Every line is Damaging brains

...Spitting ridiculous lyrics till all Sanity breaks

Your raps are pitiful, your entire family's shamed

You're that despicable, heard Better rhymes from danity kane

I Guarantee pain cuz I will fight for everything

And you will never see me stop like Final fantasy games

I’m killing this session, watch me rip it to segments

Every tenth of a second is like september eleventh

Don’t enter my presence, If you’re not getting the message

I’ll give you a present, my hand in a fist where your head is

You’re just a peasant a modern day intergrader

A follower bitter hater, a model of imitator

I’ll stop you from getting paper, I’ll incinerate ya

Add a bit of flavor, then I’ll place ya on my plate for dinner player

I’ll chow down like a vicious gator

Put the rest in my refrigerator so I can finish later

Amazing writing form with the pens and papers

Shock value like lightning storms and defribulators