[Verse 1: Black Thought]

I said – 

I've been off the chain since I lost my brain

This franchise player has never lost a game

They say loss of sanity is the cost of fame

In that all-terrain Rover that cost some change

I'm Philly-bound on the turnpike crossing lanes

I'm all over like a shooter with awful aim

Pull up and crush it 'til they usher me off the stage

From the boss brigade, and we toss grenades

So gimme dap like the group home of Sharon Jones

Jam Boy militia in it for life – Aaron Jones

I'm on top of the world, but I ain't there alone

'Cause wifey with me, with them Bugs Bunny carats on

I'm in a Herringbone suit, I'm so baritone

I am never satisfied, welcome to the terror dome

Of the greatest man alive, basically a miracle

Body slam the beat like I'm the killer, Chris Jericho

Switch up that scenario if yall really hear me though

Excellent imperial, I do 'em something terrible

Shit that make your lady think of doing something cereb'al

When you slick as this, it make the women wanna stare at you

Hard, they ask, "Who are you?" I say, "I'm a marvel"

Looking at these jive turkeys thinking, "I'ma carve you"

I'ma hurt you if I catch you out here after curfew

Real niggas stand up, spend your money, argue

This time is for the uninvited

Somebody's pocket got a gun inside it

Who catch Laryngitis?

Black Thought spit shit sicker than everybody

If you ain't already know, you fin' to hear about it