I spit it cold as Jon Snow and his cronies

While they're toe deep in white walker land with no sleep

It’s awesome to be apart of all that you see

So I plan to be on farmland surrounded by ponies

Let's boogie to the sound of the clock tower ringing

Out loud to signal out that it's time to get down

And while the bombings decimate the whole the town

We can estimate the damage as it escalates now

The globe trotter who’s known to go squander his time

Without leaving his home to go wander

The star I wished upon died then a somber glow

Illuminated quietus tones I've grown fond of

The most odious rap style that's known to apes

Flows in waves but it lacks taste like low sodium

I'm at the podium to bitch and complain

In a stadium of poker-faces hoping to wane

The walls they built to grains of sand to throw flames

I got the flower power up while I was down in the drains

Now I'm here to obtain the world, simple and plain

I plan to make it in my image while the spin is the same

I'm citizen Kane's last word's mysterious lure

Give me a mic to light the way with from my furious roar

Rock from Baltics to tropics, ball pits to mosh pits

I drop kick any oppositionist’s thought

My onslaught brought down any prior preconception

That I couldn’t hold my weight unlike others who stick their necks into this fashionable business with irrational gimmicks

Who focus more on the fame while I'm surpassing my limits

The difference is so apparent to me it’s become commonplace

I finesse belittlement in ways that make to you nod and shake

We're not to blame for being condescending in the constant wake of

Who did this or who we think did that

Please avert from my direction if your hearts detached from your art

Don't drive thinking you won't crash