Let the drums knock harder than a padlock

Or nunchucks, non-stop barrage of pain, big daddy kane (raw)

Spaz right in the midst of dark night

Crusaders of mic sabers blast bars slamming meteors right in your glass frame, bloody shame

Fires you lit flicker in pain, my bombs blaze paths seen lands away

How you makin' money with them clones out there?

AI generated clicks by bums in arm chairs

Marriage of beats & rhymes in despair

Masters of ceremonies falling like dead weight or pounds of Brexit shares

Down to earth and strong as an Ox

You fairly tale spun myths, speaking of witches and warlocks?

Sayin' you hard rock, huh, I rock harder

You light as Peter Pan, I'm bass of Ron Carter

That's classic material, a leader of the new

Schooled in the trade of the boom, distinctly original

We don't need no hooks

Yo remember that?

Lionheart like Panthro, the Thundercat

Paving ways to redirect a few

Running back to carry the torch, best to pass that

So, what you want, huh what you want?

Name up in lights, cameras in sight, media hype

Pride comes before the crash

I do this from the heart of the art, no flash

Iron can't sharpen iron without touchin' like

Talk is cheap, all hype with big budget

Fake nice, is sorta like black ice

Only sure things cold stings from frostbite

It's two thousand now, in the future tense

We'll probably still hear lyrics with no substance and nonsense

But no times like the present

Gifted by the omniscient

If this life's a prison, there's promise in the risen

Son of man, better than, two scoops from Sam I am

At the ready, as the royal guard, pulling cards when you least expect

Thought you were king, in jest, you barely place in the lower deck, peace my respects

We don't need no hooks

Yo remember that?

Lionheart like Panthro, the Thundercat

Paving ways to redirect a few

Running back to carry the torch, best to pass that

So, what you want, huh what you want?

Name up in lights, cameras in sight, media hype

Pride comes before the crash

I do this from the heart of the art, no flash

No flash

Last, on this merry go round of mic mechanics

Brakes can't manage the speed or bandwidth

Stop clout chasin' and humble those brazen lines

Heal it up, bring it back come, rewind

From summer to summer you can taste fruit

All season top quality and living proof

No artificial intellect or lines crafted by software to cut a check

Nah, these lines were written fresh in indigo ink or black

You can fact check it for the record, to find a stat

Peep the method and the repertoire, benchmarks above the bar

'Cause everywhere you go, there you are

We don't need no hooks

Yo remember that?

Lionheart like Panthro, the Thundercat

Paving ways to redirect a few

Running back to carry the torch, best to pass that

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

Yeah, for the record

No flash