[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
3, 2, 1! Blast off!
Sanitation rappers spit the trash talk
Put you in a body cast and slash until you cat sauce
Compare me to none, don't stare at the sun
I'll burn out your pupils and impair you for fun
A combo of the lies and the truth and the mind of a brute
I'm a man of few words, I am Groot
Rest in peace, Mr. Magic, I'm having a rap attack
I'm the king of the world and they got an app for that
Download it on your smartphone you smart dummy
I'll take you out to deep waters and leave you for the sharks, buddy
And again, your musical tracks are sounding lousy
And your chicken stripper weak and mines is Ronda Rousey
She'll put you in an armbar until you tap out
Or I'll slip a guillotine until your dumb ass done black out
That was your last bout with no chance at the title
So consider the back route once you glance at the rifle
[Verse 2: Prevail]
I'm ripping it too, not limited to delivery through the mic apparat
I'm givin' you true soliloquies to absorb while I form this verse with an ally
P1 plus the Q-Unique is a new technique that lead the comp
Delete each and every wannabe heavy MC's throwin' arrowheads and tomahawks
Circulate what is a heavy weight while I perpetuate this greater mass
Style demonstrates how I concentrate consecrate then I burn the gas
Open casket, hope it happens, cut dead weight, no headaches or Aspirin
Tylenol, y'all Sorbitol, too sweet and fake, too sweet, too late
Two languages, one fleur de lis, one maple leaf, one great belief
When border cross, cross 'em off, battle axe season, I'm gonna beat them odds
No breathin' or even a second thought
Believe when I'm leavin' your neck in a knot
Perceive my conception, redeem my connection, direction is up, green lights, no stops
Movin' on, my lexicon is Dawn of the Dead and Zombieland
Decrepit faces, detached limbs, my type of brand guaranteed to win
Y'all learning to swim inside of a shark tank
Whatever left I'mma leave for the blood bank
Sharpen my teeth on the Barrier Reef
Open your chest like a murderous thief