Tell me who the hardest is, roll up in your joint, snap your cartilage
Tarnishin’ rapper’s egos with carnage I’m harnessin
Artists been claiming underground but they just hardly known
Check my gift of gab bitch I’ve been kissin the Blarney Stone
You can get your ass whipped, I see you actin’ nervous
I’ma hunt you down then I’m takin you to the taxidermist
Call me Max and Erma’s cuz I got beef with
Anybody holdin’ a mic that’s not me (shit)
I won’t slit a playa’s tires I’ll just slice his ass
Smoke pourin’ out my whip I’m higher than the price of gas
Higher so I might surpass mediocrity, who needs ya?
You let the spoon feed ya the Apostle’s Creed
Non-stoppin jaw-droppin I’m a Hobgoblin
Pillagin your villages there ain’t gon be not hot-pop-n’-lockin
When I’m done, leave your entrails on the dance floor
All y’all gonna die so what you shakin’ your ass for?

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I can feel it surgin’ through my every pour I’m ready for these
Transcendental wings to take me higher than I’ve ever been
I can feel it surgin’ through my veins you know I can’t explain with
Scientific means this unknown potency that flows through me

The only key to defeat me’s reading Friedrich Nietzsche’s
Will To Power, I will devour the seeds of your species
And pick my teeth with your bones, I’ve got bones to pick
I’ll throw the first stone, you trick
Your glass houses and crack-house-bliss is inexplicable when I’m rippin’ you
With punishment inexplicable except for on the grounds that I came to get down
And the way to get down was by maimin’ your crown
You can’t hold me I ravage your Golgi Apparatus
Paint boldly on this canvas called life, I could do this all night
I’m a wordsmith with a superb gift
My first verse spittin’ I was makin’ the earth shift
But talk is cheap; I’m rockin’ often optin’ not to sleep
Off to operate on a topic when Sikes is droppin’ beats
Wanna go Old-School? Let’s go to school I’ll bang your head in lockers
Keep it poppin’ like my name was Orville Redenbacher

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Homie rocked a couple mics, then it’s “Bye, there he goes!”
He went from one to zero like a binary code
You can’t fly very low, before your crashin’ and burnin’
And some motherfuckin stranger sticks your ash in an urn
And then you’re done, son
It’s like you never existed, but an unruly ascension gets you battered and blistered
By the sun’s rays, much like that cat Icarus did
You need to embrace and portray what’s intrinsic to your game

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