Back in the booth, it’s the second greatest rapper

It goes Trae the truth, and then jekal the non-capper

If you didn’t make the cut then hush up that yapper

I don’t wanna hear another rap album after

I get through with what I can do

Hate it all you want can’t deny the truth

Ain’t no one in the world I ain’t a giant to

5 foot nine feel like I’m 9 foot 2

With a wide foot shoe call me Goliath 2

Im only fucking round I’m a nice dude

Average IQ a nice smile too

Maybe just a bit too prideful

How could I not be, I’m on iTunes

And I want all of the money and the fame

8 billion people on this earth and they should all know my name (Jekal Jekal Jekal Jekal Jekal)

Pray for me

Hip hop pariah living off brimstone and fire

A product of my environment a product for products sake

Buy a product to sell a product to a product it all is fake

And they bought it cos they thought it make’m stand atop

David feigned being meek so he could sell a branded rock

And not rock like the rock the cia invented

Nor the on that Kevin Hart is always baby sitting

But the ones you may have heard of in the fable about Cain and Abel

Killed his own brother with a stone then he claimed he didn’t

I ain’t no soccer player nah I ain’t his fucking keeper

His weak ass can eat dirt and inherit this meek earth

Imma keep bumping these speakers and selling these t-shirts

I make my albums beat first then I speak words

It ain’t my fault that I’m the best to ever lay his fingers on the keyboards

Beats so good that they work in reverse

Beats so good they don’t even need a verse

But you’ll never shut my ass up I’m

Far too gassed up

I’m starting to add up just like the golden spiral

Kurozu Cho wherever I go

(pray for me)

Cos you know I won’t

(pray for me)

So before I go

But I’m never going nowhere imma keep rapping ‘til I’m fat with no hair

Like I’m bad at magic, but Jekal’s more than just a hat-trick

I’m a hype fiend relapsing on these high beams

Trying to make an album that they’ll react to on live streams

Rapping about being the best to manifest these pipe dreams

Scared to death to waste my breath and think this all there might be

That’s why in every verse I’m trying to capture lightning

In a bottle, a tough pill for the golden goose to swallow

With every track I can see the egg crack a little

If I bump up the bass and cut back the middle then maybe

Just maybe