[Verse 1]

What up is I hang with the hardest [bad word] 
I got rhymes by the buckets make you niggas wanna suck it
But you loveless, I’m the epitome of god-gifted
When I busted my first rap the whole planet shifted
Lifted you mind to the next ? hemisphere
The next level shift so you best to just step in here
Check my gear, I got flavour mad hip hop
 [bad [bad word] in the roughest neighbourhood and not get shot
I black out when niggas start hating [bad word] [bad word] over your crew like the New England Patriots
The craziest but I’m also the blaziest
Never turn on the TV so I don’t know who Jay-Z is
What happened to rap in the 2-0 era?
Where they are getting worse and I’m only getting better
Niggas too old, J-Young and Pressure
I put them under pressure, professor test you

 [bad word] 

What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest
What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished
What happened? You face defeat and we the winners
Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you’re diminished

[Verse 2]

I hear people say back in the day he wasn’t like this
He’s stuck in the cycle of [bad word]  , and violence
The nicest reflects on your iris
Gingivitis [bad word] through the gums of plenty of biters
I’m the Excalibur weaponry wielder
Do you dare to step into the deadliest field of
Hardcore hip hop, we laugh at your idols
 [bad word] your advice, I walk the path of the psychos
I kill MCs regardless of which rhyme I drop
On top of the corpses we climb to the top
So who’s next to flop cause he thought he was heavy?
The last one retired when I tore through his belly
The cyborgs are ready to reboot the system
People go missing and that seemed to have vanished
They ask me what happened? Why do I act funny?
I stay braindead like I got bitten by a rat monkey

[Verse 3]

Every day I hear the same [bad word] BS
The same old song, you just don’t progress
We won’t invest, deck you all fame obsessed
I seen it all and I’m far from impressed
I get a lot of criticism, you can be my guest
This hip hop [bad word] just got repossessed
Peeps don’t wanna see us have any success
It’s time for these rookies to go hit the benchpress
You’re not the guy I used to know, it’s all about the rate of flows
Even got a Golden Globe, what a way to go
This prick didn’t even greet me at the show
Thinks he makes art like he’s Vincent Van Gogh
But no, I turn from amateur to pro
I put in work daily, you just don’t know
Just don’t know
You just don’t know

 [bad word] 

What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest
What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished
What happened? You face defeat and we the winners
Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you’re diminished