I’m back by popular demand
My ocular optical backhand backs me up like a wing man
Meaning, what I jot is fly
So, call up Serena to portrait how I ball up in the sky
I wimble, done, yeah you, when I fry
These emcees, I’m hungry, so, I
Act like Humphrey when I describe
This Dark Passage that I assert
When I act like or as a Sir
That ask men to reign like me under
My Oruro Monroe, thunder
Like state of mind, plumber lyrics
You can see that crack when I spit this
Sick shit, yet I’m better than physics
Words the pivot when I bring this king like English
Vocabulary from vocals demolishing adversaries
When I add the verse with some adverse
And adverb, verbalize the mad verse
In to an asterisk quoting the last spur
That’s why I’m past the cure, I’m the antibody
I and I are the holy rescue team that embodies
All the aspects Hip Hop needs
So, stop pit-stopping me, please
I’m way to energetic, my inner genetics
Are a center gene that implies kinetic
Inner G brain waves, so, my energy is a membrane
Fighting my inner me which reflects my enemy
To a point that it feels like it wants to end me
But I amp the semi cartridge with ink
Which resembles my pen that can think
Just sink, my flow goes over heads, ask Jared now
A sub won't save you, I go deep with this hunger, I air it out
I’m the heir and the father, I son emcees
I’ve got my game on like a T, add Zu for the plea
Art of war bar for bar, it’s ours
Hitchhike back from the ride
When I make the match end like Hitch when I ride
The minute I stand like the man I am
And I see a mic stand I can’t withstand the stance
So, I ran be-chanted like an ankh and fuck up your chance
And then I’ll demand my respect
All that rests is to elect me and to eject away from my set
Yeah, enough said...