[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
I snatch the mic from you clowns, refuse to wait my turn
This is the art of emceeing, to whom it may concern
I'm loony, wait, disturbed, I act like I truly can't discern
Right from wrong, ignite the chrome, you stupid lames get burned
The gat claps, call the llama gonorrhea
Brrap, that's onomatopoeia, now your crew gets placed in urns
I kick styles, I didn't need the kudetai to learn
The world is mine, I'm the son of the dude who makes it turn
I'm God's descendant, I'm exceptionally clever
Immaculate conception, like my inception was better
Him, yeah, I'm him, my perception is extra-sensory
Consider me perfection's successor
Rappers pray to me, not in the direction of Mecca
I'm outside the matrix, I'm in the Nebuchadnezzar
We real MC's connecting together
From the garden state to the golden state, our depth can't be measured
[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
Rough and raw crank, clutch my balls, wait
I'm balls deep in your mind, fuck what y'all think
You in some deep shit like you crawled out of Shawshank
I'm shot calling like I shot the ball and I called 'Bank'
This is that murder, murder, mu-murderous murder show
I'm an insurgent in surgeon, cause with this burner I'm surgical
Call my weapon the Special Olympics cause that .38's a pro
You turned into the fuck'm station, name it FM radio
My gun will draw and stutter, blucka blucka, raw and gutter
I'll go call your mother and that slut'll swallow all my nut up
'Till she cough my son up and that fucker is also your brother
I do him like Brenda, nigga get tossed in a dumpster
Make no mistake, I'm the greatest atheist, niggas know me
As they savior so pray or I'm making you niggas holy
Faker than silicone, you gay cause you niggas only
Going in on some shit when you raping your little homie
I snatch the mic from you clowns, refuse to wait my turn
This is the art of emceeing, to whom it may concern
I'm loony, wait, disturbed, I act like I truly can't discern
Right from wrong, ignite the chrome, you stupid lames get burned
The gat claps, call the llama gonorrhea
Brrap, that's onomatopoeia, now your crew gets placed in urns
I kick styles, I didn't need the kudetai to learn
The world is mine, I'm the son of the dude who makes it turn
I'm God's descendant, I'm exceptionally clever
Immaculate conception, like my inception was better
Him, yeah, I'm him, my perception is extra-sensory
Consider me perfection's successor
Rappers pray to me, not in the direction of Mecca
I'm outside the matrix, I'm in the Nebuchadnezzar
We real MC's connecting together
From the garden state to the golden state, our depth can't be measured
[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
Rough and raw crank, clutch my balls, wait
I'm balls deep in your mind, fuck what y'all think
You in some deep shit like you crawled out of Shawshank
I'm shot calling like I shot the ball and I called 'Bank'
This is that murder, murder, mu-murderous murder show
I'm an insurgent in surgeon, cause with this burner I'm surgical
Call my weapon the Special Olympics cause that .38's a pro
You turned into the fuck'm station, name it FM radio
My gun will draw and stutter, blucka blucka, raw and gutter
I'll go call your mother and that slut'll swallow all my nut up
'Till she cough my son up and that fucker is also your brother
I do him like Brenda, nigga get tossed in a dumpster
Make no mistake, I'm the greatest atheist, niggas know me
As they savior so pray or I'm making you niggas holy
Faker than silicone, you gay cause you niggas only
Going in on some shit when you raping your little homie
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