If it’s going down downtown I’m ending up upstate
They’re out to get the DOE due to the damage I create
I’m standing on second base and San is at the plate
We drop it heavy like a man who ain’t managing his weight
This a manacled debate- we lock down the vocals
Town to town, we straight clown the hopeful
When the two go, y’all find y’all found the go-tos
Beef? What they got sho’ sound like tofu
I told you I bleed love and breathe fire
Eat a rapper on a plate while I’m preaching to the choir
The Michelin man, cause y’all to re-tire
Reach out and “touch your body” like Mariah
And just that fast rappers falling the fuck off
They knowing it’s butt-soft when they going inside
If they tell you that it’s wack then you know it’s a lie
Cuz my flow be tighter than a Cambodian’s eyes

Intermittently, I’m known to make a fanciful claim
other days, I’m content to simply ramble away
Maybe you could find me romancing the stone
King of the underworld on a tarantula throne
Making your man abandon the claims, in bandages maimed
Got your hearts racing like that Danica dame
Examine the name, San to the KOFA, slam them and trained
To cramming your brain with plans from Atlanta to Maine
The man’s standing on the desperate necks of those trying to catch a breath
Swinging the battle axe raps, I hack them to death
What’s happening next is the marvelous harbinger harming your harmony
Pulling your card again inhabiting the abbot and armory
Laughing heartily, hardly aware of the damage inflicted
Point blank, San is a sickness, witnesses panic and shift quick
Mechanical misfit with a death mask for the next to trespass
Seeing you lying on the table with your chest cracked

I’m laughing at these rappers that’s soggy like coffee filters
Pretending to be the man like female body builders
Inscribe your rhymes in highly detailed gaudy silver?
You been tarnished by the gosh darndest of varmints
I’m maaaad def like all that’s left
After Skillz and Rick Rubin’s label abbreviated their names
Painstakingly we’re making the claim
That if you stepping to the rep you exit like a vegetable man

It’s the specialist rendering lives desolate plains
Yes it is a pessimistic aim, chest to your brain
My testament reigns with deafening death in its veins, wretched re-
Gressive remains, step in a second you’re doused in pain
Called out the names of anyone who might try and help
But it’s a wasteland, you’re dying by yourself
We supply the fire, meltdown to the sound of supersonic screams
Psychologically impact, fracturing your dreams