[Intro] We got that. Bum Bum Bum. We got that. Bum Bum Bum. (This one required a bit of investment.) (Tailored three piece. Vest; Double-Breast-ed) ('Bout to get waistcoat fly). (Even got ma Oxford's shined). [Verse] A'ight I'ma put on a suit for this one. Pocket square, fob chain, cufflinks, 'n' cumberbumd. Ain' just one in 8 billion, nah, I'm the ONLY one. So hold on to yo' butts baby, this just begun. (UH) I got tha tickets 'n' seats. Gin 'n' tonic. Fo' Hunid year ole beats. Philharmonic. I'm da real OG in the fire conductin'. Thoughts so deep you can't start to deduct 'em. Jokes so fly, alway's amuse 'em. Tongue so sly, tend to confuse 'em. Credits burning quick, use 'em or lose 'em. Better step off my friends, don't abuse them. Yo' next words gon' matter, be wise when you choose 'em. Hope yo brought yo' crew, so we can batter 'n' bruise 'em. Oh! I'm sorry! Did you not know who you was steppin' to? I'm the Heaviest of Ghosts, 'n' even I got more life than you. All you brought is slop and half baked prompts. Yer Blue grass ain't even got no swamps. You're halloween got no Haunts. You ah A cup, got nothin ta flaunt. You da notebook, don't know what yo want. (It's not that simple)! Man! Bitch shut up 'n' listen! I don' think it'll help, but I'ma take you ta school. I was spongin' up knowledge while you was soakin in drool. Your brains lost plasticity. I work mine consistently. I feed it music, art, and critical thought. Deep conversations, the things that yo' not. I got A I assistants, I'm par-secs ahead. Now I'll wait while you google. [Spoken Pause] Stop! He's already dead.... [Verse] So I'll write chu a dirge while dem church bells ring. 'N' they'll lower you down while da choir sing. (shit, I even wrote dey hymn) You can't fight the sperg when I'm spectruming.
