[Intro] (Yeah) Y'all ain't ready for this kinda velocity (Check the tempo) Lemme get 'em, sick 'em, hit 'em with the animosity (Uh huh) It’s a different kinda rhythm when I get in the vicinity… Listen. [Verse 1] Walkin' in the perimeter, I'm witnessin' a minister of sinister syllable-killin', a finisher Lookin' at the figure of a winner, gotta get her Pink filament spinnin' from her head, she ain't a beginner I can tell from the minimal movement, a verbal menace Brown irises makin' everybody feelin' like a tenant in her presence Her essence is a lesson in perfection, a blessin' Attitude is polar, couldn't give a damn about the pleasantries you're pressin' I was thinkin' I gotta get a hold of her, shoulder-to-shoulder, 'fore I get older Her personality is colder than a boulder in Minnesota, I told ya She's a cobra with the venom in a molar, a high roller And I gotta be the one to come and get her, be the one to come and mold her Comin' with a formidable, lyrical, miracle flow that's unforgettable Gotta get her for the pinnacle, I'm never gonna be pitiful! [Chorus] Met a little problem and her name is Madoka (oka!) Verbal assassin, a lyrical loca (loca!) Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it Save her for a moment when I need a pocket rocket (Brrrrrrrat!) Style is immaculate, articulate, she got it (got it!) I’m the only curator qualified to spot it (spot it!) Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it Keep her as the weapon when it’s time to get chaotic! [Verse 2] Heard her on the microphone, a cyclone of the phonetics Energetic and prophetic, you can get it if you're ready for the medic, pathetic Her aesthetic is a credit to the authentic, I said it She beheadin' every enemy with every single sentence that she jettisoned Not a gimmick, she's a lyrical Olympic apparatus She'll diminish any challenger and damage their whole status with the baddest Habit of makin' a track a catacomb, you can't imagine this rhapsody I'm the catalyst, the analyst to handle this capacity! Imagine if we get to combinatin' the verbatim we've been savin' in the cranium It's stadiums we're fillin' up, the element vibranium I'm a titan and I'm writin' up a prophecy revealin' That I'm takin' the goddess and puttin' her on my medallion, now she hangin' from the ceiling! [Chorus] Met a little problem and her name is Madoka (oka!) Verbal assassin, a lyrical loca (loca!) Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it Save her for a moment when I need a pocket rocket (Brrrrrrrat!) Style is immaculate, articulate, she got it (got it!) I’m the only curator qualified to spot it (spot it!) Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it Keep her as the weapon when it’s time to get chaotic! [Bridge] It's the paradox of it all, the visual anomaly The bubblegum aesthetic with the arctic-level quality She's a rare collectible, a diamond you protect A beautiful catastrophe, the ultimate effect And everybody want her but they see that I'm the veteran A collector of the finer things, I'm better than the rest of them I'm the only one who's qualified to add her to the set The baddest little treasure that a king could ever get. [Outro] (Yeah) Unforgettable, incredible, she's never gonna be divisible From the mission, my ambition's makin' everything visible Gotta get her, gotta put her in the pocket (pocket) Yeah, Madoka… (Save her for later) (Click, clock it) (Gone)
