I'm the invincible, undefeated, Champion

Mount Zion's my ancestors' camp of Lions

Star of David? Nah, The Thought of Stardom

Martyrdom undone, crumbs left of the dumb, thumb

To the play button, glutton of words

Mutt and mutton, birds'll fly, apply to you, dropping turds

Hopping up on ignorance to feel high and mighty

Prop up the reel, dance to the visual, cry to diety

Pious Piety, might it be to see is truly to be?

Me? I see everything there is, so I must be more than thee!

My creed in the game is to be stupid rappers' Bane

Humidity forms when I arrive, hotter lines than cocaine!

Caught her lying, now frying on acid, to become placid

Pot, murs, dying, DOW, writing, things I do as flaccid

Facet of the facetious is treasonous leeches draining

Reasonless bitches, malicious pulpit, culprit blaming

Boom of the bass, dropping down a flight of stairs

Soon now, the Mace, blotting my eyes, unable to stare

I been arrested thirty times, been to jail once

Almost all weren't even crimes, cops are silly cunts

Runts of the mind and abusers of power, but no matter

I'm The Thought, invincible to you, rare as anti-matter

Scattered and hid, what these phony, beezy, rappers did

Fatter than mids, cut these money-hungry little kids

Please stop your yammering, you'll wake the “I don't give a fuck”s

Peace treaty hammering my instinctual desire to pluck

You from society and introduce you to propriety

Invincibility of me with Cleverility, serenity

Like a Firefly, mooning you with flame, as you I maim

Planes fill the sky below me, My altitude still gains

Fame will never trouble me, I'll just double-bubble Hubble Kush

Drop this in a puddle, you'll drown a couple Muggles so hush

I'm a lyrical magician, rhythmical pediatrician

Diagnosing the game with misdirection, wrong jurisdiction

Politician of the pen and pad, fiction written to break the bad

Rhetorician gifted in the art of making Idiots mad

Historically euphorically choric, busting open, y'all

From Bozeman to Zurich, Kanye best return my call

Pounding you try-hards with instinctual mastery of this

Punctual with the bard pastry, casting you to Hades, bitch

I'm rich of the rhymes, but admittedly poor of the dimes, so hire me

Drive up to visit me, nail a line on 200 Fire Street

Dare I say I'm invincible at 18? yeah, fuck it

Care to evacuate? Toss your shit music in a bucket?

Don't make a ruckus it's just justice to suck it

Fuck stick, you just a talentless dick

And The Thought is fucking sick