Whenever I step in the room every motherfucka notice
Got the baddest chick in my arms Every motherfucka know this
Smoking on gardens down to the root talking lily rose and lotus
Flower bombs right in my palms trapping straight back to the fortress
And I do that shit more for stress
While these hoes goes give me more press
And my gears keep going progress
Till my foes become all hopeless
Muthafucka this shit mineee
Every single part of me gonna grind
every loose thread begins to bind
Got all the blueprints in my mind
Go ahead and watch it is my time
Money coming straight never out of line
Battery's charged all alkaline
Ain't even close to reaching prime
Evolution on you primates
That's checkmate on all your highness
Badder bitches than your highness
My back piece just go it's windless
Y'all need tune ups or V8's
WD-40 on your plates
All White bunnies running late
Never hungry I just ate
Every day I got a cake
They blow my candle with no wait
I just smile because it's great
It either luck or this is fate

Because this shit is coming easy
This karma bitch is pretty sleezy
gave her dick when she said please me
Now y'all watch me on your tv

Never static it's erratic
I'm Illmatic with trill manics
The Thrill addict never have it
Stunting at it on you faggots
Watch my words I really doubt it
Stevie wonder as I hack it
Paper bleeds at every stroke
My pen violent never lack it
As for me forever macking
Extra buns like I'm big macing
I'm the king this ain't no acting
This shit real no cinematics
Fuck your tactics y'all dramatic
Every gun is automatic
If you feeling problematic
Bullets leaving you asthmatic
While my fist will prove traumatic
Immunity is diplomatic
And my hoes all acrobatic
Doing shit that charismatic
Scream my name like a fanatic
Greater good she democratic
know my functions systematic
swear this shit is mathematics
Adding figures like its magic
Divide tricks from my schematics
Subtract leeches from pneumatics
Multiply that dope shit addicts
Always walking to my attic
Fuck the basement I done had it
I'm allergic to the tragic
And the fake that's made from plastic

Y'all should panic or get Frantic
Little boys with priests that's catholic
coming straight to fuck with antics
This shit far from that romantic

This that drastic telepathic
Murder mics with minds elastic
Pulling triggers I'm ecstatic
Make extinct of all the traffic
And just know I'm not sarcastic
Every word is my own graphic
I will murder you with fabric
Linen acid to your lactics
Line em up and show your badges
Robo cops inspector gadgets
Fuck becoming just a classic
I'm out here till I'm galactic
Fuck becoming just a classic,
I’m out here till I’m galactic.
Yeah.
That’s it.
Cut me off.