[Chorus]
Throw ya hands up
I’m droppin stanzas down (3x)
Like Z and Ri and Yeez
I’m gon run this town
[Verse 1]
They call it the game but rap’s my all-consuming life
I’m punching in like clockers, call me Mekhi Phife;
Like clockwork tap-dancing, my rhymes is always timed right
Competition call me Clooney, cause I’m so outta sight
Haters gonna hate -- but I just slay memes;
Do you even lift, or are you sc*mbag steve?
Craft like Kobe in the gym, Nas (gymnast): balance beams;
Get my shots off like Nowitzki even if I’m triple teamed
You best step off this stage, cause this ain't what it seems
Got no regard for human life, cracking on some celtic green;
I’m finna clap on you like Eric Clapton, playing Cream:
Cash ruling everything around me, Wu I’m mean!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Tenacious tactics: like Tennyson, I’m the trillest teacha
Property of the almighty and progeny, yeah, of a preacher;
Prodigy, when I’m on my feature; press core filling up the bleachers:
Peep Lebron the chosen leader, getting gold on senior sneakers
I AM divine with the lines
What's a roman to a spartan, just don't matter, that's ancient rhymes;
Call me up a tailor swiftly: I'm the G of all times --
Hem new suits for new slaves, so? dress up the lies
Skinheads be pumping lead, bombs and bullet laden skies;
O bin laden cries and dies, we question pakastani ties
Obama got dat gat on mideast kids
Execs ain't shy:
Now or never, can't trust my eyes
Cause galaxies all around us spies
[Chorus] (2x)