Make a nigga swallow his pride-- straight, no chaser
No competition, only elevators to the paper
I mean, these niggaz 'round me nice, but they ain't 'bout it
I'm nice as in proper, not a stain on me like Docker's
Was in my lab under preservation, fresh out the stasis pod
Rip the EKG pads from my arm
Red alert, there goes alarm
But everything's irie, nothin' can tire me
You admire me, face facts or suffer disfigurement
Niggaz overbite the style, tear a periodontal ligament
Cold world, even colder heart
Right ventricle creates blizz-ards
Bizarre as Bizarro talkin' backwards, remain brick hard
So cocky that my dick hard
Lay on a bitch, brainstorm on her thunder thighs
Write rhymes wit' fire in my eyes, blood pourin' from the skies
Change disguise, shift shape like Max Steel
I'm that real from bricks to vials, base in the flesh getcha caps peeled
Back... like we makin' pelts
Backstrokin' in the mainstream, gold on the neck like Mike Phelps

Heh... yeah, I ain't done...

I got the gall, now these niggaz bladders sour
Pissed off an' irate at the man of the hour
Fuck it, I'm more like the father of time
Evolvin', 7:30 to ya quarter to 9
Crazy, insane, membrane open like Cobain
Benoit when I murk my sons, they wanna end moi
Okay, that line was in poor taste
Fuck it, eat the baby food an' rock ya bitter face
The say Fineprint always comin' wit' them battle lines
Y'all never respond to my conscious bars
So I opened up the backpack, pulled out the gauntlet
Infinity none, cut niggaz down short since they jaunted
Their way in this game
I came to reign/rain like King Kai on a nimbus
I'm on Mt. Olympus, fuck them niggaz
Start up the symphony, let the trumpets blast some syphilis
A lil' bit of string play, like this an' like that
Violins, graphic violence, pilin' on as violent winds
Blow thru the district wit' swiftness
Revealin' runes that are cryptic, hidden in my flesh
We can't agree, you lack the kismet
All on my dick, like gang signs, you got it twisted
I craft jewels then flood like Gilgamesh
Fuck ya record sales, I'm still the best
Swag can't win a war, this ain't Rip the Runway
Fuck Balenciagas, I'm plenty hotter
Still raw wit' the cut like Benihanas...

Heh... an' that's that, that's that...