Verse 1:
Really y’all don’t understand the science of it
Ultimate nullifier, the way the mic is covered
Call me Mr. Fantastic, when I spit scripture
Cuz every line you read I get richer

Herald of galactus, I spit barrel chested lyrics
For practice, tilt the world’s axis
I know you thinkin’ it’s strange that I’m a doctor
Rock like Ben Grimm, Bullseye, who shot ya?

Right between the eyes, in the forehead
Third eye vision, haters dead with every word I’m spittin
Watch as I assemble [bad word]  straight at your temple
I’m like a summer film studio’s tentpole

I gotta be the only emcee with a law degree
Those hatin’ on my style are all matt murdocks, see
I got the power man, hour after hour and
Stop with all the talk of “Marvel vs. DC”

And all these cats jockin’ my swagger, stand up and
Show how green you get, when you’re martian manhuntin’
I’m big headed, like I’m booster gold
B/c I rock around the clock and never lose the flow

Did I mention that this S on my chest ain’t for clark kent
I spit shaq fu, rickkity rok to pay the rent
Check my bank statement, rank better than state schools
Tricked out basement, like the way that [bad word] Wayne do
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I hold the gauntlet, man you don’t want it
Throwing up a fist, cuz Adam’s the grand vaunted
I got the soul gem, makin’ you dance
As I hold the universe in the palm of my hand.

and

Adam WarRock got cats ready to jump and shout
Throw up a fist, if you think you’re down
B/c I rock it throughly from beginning to end
I’m way beyond iced out, I rock infinity gems

Verse 2:
Mental organism designed only for killin’ this mic
That’s a line from Tribe One on the Silver Age
And if you haven’t heard our single, you ain’t doin it right [bad word] that, y’all missin’ out, like, for real man

Raised in Memphis, TN, with a pad and a pen
I wrote rhymes, Sorta laughed when you heard about my MO
Never heard a cat who rapped the way I do about the things that you love,
so check that, S’why I’m here to push the envelope

Y’all wanna dance, then go ‘head and dance
Y’all wanna chill, then I can do that for you
Y’all wanna think, then my songs’ll make you cry and laugh
Y’all wanna wile out, I got you covered too

Like the way that Tony Dungy do, Solomon [bad word] rude
Speak so sick, like [bad word]  out the sewers to spew
Every hater’s gettin toe tagged and polybagged
Longboxed in coffins, Closin’ lids on you

So sick of the ennui all up in [bad word] scene
culture that we love, so you better treat it [bad word] I choose to annotate life, it’s too scary
So call me David, like my brother Uzumeiri

Up against goliath, Aim for the eye of [bad word] quartz horn rims, kryptonite high tops
and why not, maybe celebrate the way that we do
Cuz even geeks wanna have fun too.
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