Intro:
I want you to do me a favor...
Think about every baby in the world crying right now...
Now associate that sound with the lack of my presence on these records...
That's right, never again...

Verse 1:
Get it how you live, live it how you get it
Ronco Rotisserie punchlines -- set it and forget it
Lyrical antithesis of a peon, emcees get peed on
And crapped on, by Wurthy Wurth the don
What it took to get here? Mad persistence
I came up on Tribe, you came up on Drake (big difference)
I imagine this how Neo felt when he became The One
And my blaster ain’t even set to stun
How the West won? They faces turn to green
Realizing their rhyme scheme blown to smithereens ... see
I’m rather clever, deliver under pressure
Better believe Peter get the hunnies wetter
My bars please alcoholics, I'm their favorite vintage
Fakers need a "massage" to maintain their "sharper image".
Display the right amount of chaos
Opposition meet keyboard cat, straight get played off

Hook:
Always been down to ride
Never afraid to lay down the who, what, where, or why
Rest assured forever been ill
The emcee with skill givin my all always have, always will
If rappin' was liquor I'm top shelf
With a body of work that clearly stands all by itself
Bold my name at the crest of the bill
Colder than window sills, keep it a mil
Always have, always will

Verse 2:
Verbal excellence, clearly a 16 from my camp
Is genius, but who bit who? Go check the timestamp
The audacity of those who sleep like REM
So unoriginal - ain’t even sampling joints, y'all covering them
Can't flip a track, got the nerve to copy paste instrumental
Lazily butcherin' craft, sounding drugged on Fentanyl
And at shows stumble 'cross the stage while your record plays
That's the biggest middle finger to your fans who paid
Don't take me for granite cuz I'll "rock" forever
Let me shock your era, to whom do I owe the pleasure?
Until I need to pass the torch, if you next in line?
You interrupting cheese, too immature to shine
A true pantomime how the drama unfolds
May have been hot girl summer once, now your style winter cold
I'm rap’s Willy Wonka, kiddos manners ain't proper
You get sent home with no prize, you stole the everlasting gobstopper