[Intro | Cocky Spoken Rap, Alphabet Wordplay] I sling rhymes simple as ABC's, skip over the D, I rock the mic with E's, Give you an F, 'cause you're just a failure, G, [Verse 1 | Slick Rolling Flow, Internal Rhymes] I don't chase a wave, I teach the tide how to dance, I put my foot in the game, now the shoe got a chance, I got a mind full of mazes and a maze full of mirrors, My thoughts talkin' backwards, now the message gets clearer, I whisper one bar, now the whole room's leanin' nearer, I'm the slick-tongued jester with a philosopher's posture, My thoughts do backflips in a room full of monsters, I make friends with the weirdos and avoid the impostors, When I was young it was cops and the robbers, nowadays it's the booze and the poppers, This is lyrical acrobatics, my pen is hittin' backflips, you're nothin' but an act, kid, I came to flip theatrics, turn that horror movie dramatic, that shit's borin' to me, I came to wreak the havoc while I reek of madness, savage, fast as static, I control the hydrodynamics of the planet, water bendin' mechanics, You couldn't do what the man did, that's the beauty of a bandit, I mad hat it with the rad spit, now the pressure pushin' passive, The pressure? I been kushin' past it, high up off the grass hits, so my lids is slackened, I could stretch a scheme elastic off the LSD, the acid, turn trauma into commas, The ganja gives a magic heart, a raven who stole the sun, then it left the planet dark, A thief in the breeze, these swift feathers been clever, yeah, homie, that's the art, I was fightin' lightnin', I had to go and trap the spark, Still feel echoes of thunder right at the heart, The lonely bastard who left a master's mark, It's hidden deep in the mystery, that's where I hide the trickery, The kid's a freak lyrically, I'm so hungry, breakfast, lunch, and dinner is just beginner eats, [Verse 2 | Hypnotic Mid-Tempo, Chained Rhymes] You can't grasp the skies I've flown, maybe if you have, that's just the past in my zone, Maneuver through the future, truth is in the view, who woulda knew the lies known, Your highest point is my history, the trickery is hidden deep beneath the mystery, Fly and mighty, down to the very last eagle feather, Steezy Jay, he be the better, One thing about me is that I ain't you, I game boo's off the liquor, if she wanna play, lose, I went ghost when I made moves, venom in my presence, aura sharper than a snake's tooth, It was strange hurt but the pain blooms, I was made true in the same dirt that raised youth, [Verse 3 | Rapid-Fire Swagger, Tongue-Twisting Runs] With the tame troops that woulda knocked you out your strained boots, You could never step up in the same shoes, to the grit I paid dues, My thoughts sharper than a blade moves, they go nuts, they scrape screws, the ones up in my brain loose, I floor the mic, I raise roofs, brush up on you scrub fucks, gettin' dumb struck when I paint grooves, I'm the one who came to stain up all the plain hues, take shrooms, now it's time to lace tunes, I been higher than some space moons, DMT, DNA, I been built for a breakthrough, Young up in the mind, but my soul is becomin' age proof, forever in the booth, Rum for my riders, mezcal for my main crew, with the clique I blaze boof, Frownin' clowns in a frenzy, red noses, dead roses, cheap tricks for the entry, Wise guys in a queue, play 'em all when the thread knots, now my strings is on their head, it connects like a dreadlock, Now I'm shuttin' up the chatter, this is some disaster of the puppet dancers, My bitch is psychic, she be on the side kick, I'm the highest of the blunted bastards, Turn the bag of piff to a bag of tricks, that's how you become a master.
