[Verse 1]

Let that graphite mix with this blank sheet

Feel like a chemist when I finish every sentence

Abusing echoes...like most niggas without flows

Mine not even digital, I'm just that big to you

Ain't no telling what the kid'll do

Might spit a scripture that could outsell

King James at the garden, double entendres

Have a enough food for thought

To feed any artist starving, respect the jargon

This rap shit's been apart of em'

All these niggas making stacks but

They ain't got no art in em'

Money making vs ill creating

Well buckle up and get ready

For the hybrid, the combination

Optimus rhyming when I roll out the tongue

They hear my "u" and recognize where I'm from

Charm City, where niggas love to hate, like a pastime

And hate to show love like the crowd during halftime

HipHop just the next girl that's gonna drive me nuts

...but watch how a mac a dame

My whole pack the opposite of lame

A bunch of wolves that make moves on their own

But never move alone (uhh)

A young prince with three eyes on the throne

Not saying I'm enlightened, more so I am lightning

Sparking brains, 'til I'm cardiac arrested

Spreading rapteria, this is a track infection

And the mental always been a weapon

But now I fire faster and my aim is beyond mastered

I'm so classic (wooh), all that wack shit y'all can have it

Coming with audio hieroglyphics of someone not established

How a nigga so sick but he ball so hard

Man I swear a nigga so Magic

(Uhhh!)