In a cocoon, I resided on the dark side of the moon
And from my two lips, spit lyrics that caused the lunar eclipses
Cuz every rhyme is so big, every line is so sick
Every time I do this, I’m straight clearing the room

Shake the floor like an earthquake…
Move your [bad word] like it’s your birthday,
Get in the blackbird, cuz every wack word
Uttered against me on your laptop screen [bad word] me, son, I’m doing stuff that you just have not seen

I’m sorta like a master thief in disguise, flex the triggers
And focus with my electronic eyes, it’s gettin’ bigger
In [bad word]  and straight ventin’ [bad word] And reclaiming’ Nation X back from political figures

Super sentinel with a sentient mind
Designed to fight back for the good of mankind [bad word]  guns and blowin’ minds
While I was gone, Adam had some secret military surgery done
So really, this is how the West was won..
 [bad word] 
I got weapons plus skills plus athletic agility
Weapons plus balance plus mad healing abilities
Weapons plus endurance, coordination in place
Weapon plus stealth killer, twin glocks in ya face

Call me Fantomex
Rappin’ like my [bad word] life depended it
Call me Fantomex
Spittin’ like every rhyme extended it
And really you don’t wanna mess with this
Cuz I’m back and better than ever, on spectacularness

It’s like the [bad word]  after the eve of [bad word] passed
Just an onslaught of lyrics for any rapper that asked
Sing a song of executioner’s, concepts we produced in the
Style of classic rap, as we watched the fall of the mutants it’s the

Same as it ever was, age of apocalypse
Cuz for haters, we took a hard policy, zero tolerance
Decimation of endangered species left in the shelter
Organized confusion, the x-tinction agenda

But still I see Utopia after the long test
And sure, some could say I had a [bad word] Cuz I’ve seen good men get massacred, burned in the infernos
Still rose like a phoenix, their souls shining eternal

Don’t ask me if the Dream’s end’s in sight
To me, it’s all extremist views showing up in the fight
And still this represents a battle we just haven’t yet
When the sun sets, you can watch destiny manifest
 [bad word] 
I just noticed a vacuum in my rap music and stuff
I just heard the cats who said that all geek music just sucked
No one told me, “Make raps.”
No, Adam did that
So hopefully you’d avoid the blowback

Cuz at first, they thought this [bad word] was a joke, playing it off
Pretty soon I saw them posting on their facebook wall
And then next, I saw them buying albums in packs
After that passed, I saw the crowds who knew the words to my tracks

And I hope I can give back, free music and dope [bad word] And still act gracious to know that it’s all y’all that made this
And I’m hoping to make hits, and I’m hoping to stay [bad word] All the while, hoping to say something that’s positive too

But if you talkin’ [bad word] about anyone in my crew,
Then oh my god, my first beef track, that song might be about you
Actually, I’ll just spit it here to save the time
Nah, matter of fact, I won’t pay y’all any mind