[Verse 1]

Im a sick individual

They praying for a miracle

Cos no one on this earth ever saw someone so lyrical

Im balling so spherical

My calling so spiritual

Cos God called me up started talking all political

Begging me to come save the game it’s a pity

Now Im burning all these rappers and im repping for the city

King Midas flow everything I spit gold

Like I came out of the freezer all these bars are so cold

Swift like a jedi yeah the mic my lightsaber

And so when im feeling low yeah the mic my life saver

Im too sick, apologies if you catch ebola

Game in my hands like a PS4 controller

I am solar so im fucking up the system

And im heading for the moon this my interstellar mission

I dismiss em with my writtens while they bitching

Call me chef ramsey I be cooking in the kitchen

Cooking in the kitchen (yeah)

[Verse 2]

Cooking in the kitchen I be stirring up the pot

I be always on point, like im harden with the shot

I never miss, let me take it back and reminisce

When I started writing testaments that was my Genesis

Here to be the king, but they saying I won't make it

I'll jump higher like I'm Jordan grab the crown and imma take it

Out they hands, while the fans going crazy in the stands

I do it because its passion fuck the money and the bands

I do it because I love it so I put nothing above it

And if time is really money then im working on a budget

Time is running out and every second falling quicker

But im working all the time so every second I get sicker

My mind is going loopy like its hard off on that liquor

Got the devil on my shoulder and the other got the vicar

The devil playing games and he trying to waste my time

But Im never gonna listen im just steady writing rhymes

Steady writing lines cos im fine like a wine

Waiting for this moment

They been praying for a saviour

Tell these rapppers im a killer please don’t play with my behaviour

Working on my craft now im sharper than a razor

So I slit these rappers wrists I be doing them a favour