You are what you are in this world
As either one of two chance
You be a somebody
Or you ain't nobody
Bars, bars, bars, I got y'all with those by far
I pop twar, refer twar is on my sample
Squar to Kamble Joar is, come learn who I are
It's the boy from PR, Brook-nam veteran
Ex-drug pedaling, medicine by the jar
Turn proof superhuman, hear me raw
Started stampee with a yaw and a jungle, fuck a tarr
Sandman, I fuck up the guitars,
Beat up any drum barehanded, like a paw
Millon-karat diamond rhyming
Try to find a flaw
Better off tryna find an undiscovered dinosaur
In an unidentified flying object flying off
With Nessie and a yeti taking selfies, all aboard
Y'all niggas look bored
Wanna see a monster? Well, come on
Sarom play the horn, I trasform like Kahn
Edison better than whatever you niggas are on
I can't stomach you niggas, cattle curr
You design an umbrella, can't weather the storm
Pure toxic rain pouring into metal storm
Magnetic maggots, I'll wrap you faggots with the track plan
Backwards and the protools clashing
Why you look surprised, like, you don't know what happened
Whem OT decided to do a lil' bit of rapping
Brainwaves blacken, anything whole in front of me turns fraction
Friction and fraction, listen, freaking Frac
You no match when I'm spazzin'
So, nigga, fall back!
Hope you caught that
Anyway, I'm back in my proove like a zipper
Move like a wizard, full of hot air, your balloon
Is a figment of your imagination
I'm smooth as the witch that gave Judie Woodie slippers
No place like home, proof and some liquor
Preferably Patrone, nickels on mixture
I'm out here getting money on my bad honey twister
Fucking on somebody, mother needs a little system
You niggas got high, caused a few blisters
Those will get popped anytime I pop a sizzler
man, you can;t be serious, acting like the Riddler
Dressing like Robin, matter fact like Robin after her left his 60�
As a young boy, I wanted to act figure
Got a little odor, wanted to black six
I'm back to the activa, not the car, just
Act vigorous on my mat black Jigsaw
Carry the 25, now my pat pack's bigga
Clap, you in detach, that ligga
Mit from the rest of your body, you mad disfigured
This album gon' be dangerous, the artwork's a hazmat picture
But I don't want talk, I let the work speak
I make the internet flood when I first leak
So motherfucker, here I am, this next solo album for the fans
Motherfucker, fuck a first week