You ain't shit, you rapping like you're constipated

Shimmy ya, gimme the mic, I'mma confiscate it

On some serious/Sirius shit, I'm the brightest in this constellation

Your obligations feeble to Arson & Imp's congregation

This a coup d'état, dawg, that's my proclamation

I'm lit, no flex on the funk homie, I'll bomb your station

Raps to astonish, I feel like an abomination

Fry any MC who confrontation dare to cross my apron

Serving up MCs ain't a hobby, it's an Operation

You touch my side, ya face get lit up as a compensation

Test my ensemble, get handled, that's Baroque in orchestration

Go for anyone. Tackle giants with the heart of David

I got a leg up on the flow, you're looking amputated

Uncanny reigns superior, check the condensation

I've got bars like San Quentin, Alcatraz

Accenting packed and jammed, that's a fact, done elaborating

I grew up where you could get shot just for stepping in

School of hard knocks, had high marks when I was accepted in

It gets hard to settle when composers outside meddle with symphonies full of lead, I ain't mention zeppelins

Houses of holy couldn't quell the perishing

The old blame the young and the young blame our heritage

The system is a scam cycle how I'm best convinced

I'm here to reinvent the game and then embellish it

Stormed into the game, ain't bother to knock like Marilyn

My success has gots to be real, that's Cheryl Lynn

You and me? We ain't even remotely next of kin

Your best success akin to my worst blemish kid

I'm better than you in whatever category you respected in

I'm allergic to these ****, for real, I need an epi pen

I'm off a cigarette and mug of coffee

Respectively laced with weed and too much Bacardi

May the record skip if I'm better than ever fkkn body

There it is, citation please, I want another copy

Stand down, you're being punished promptly

Deserters gon' have to deal with my hunting party

A sycophant can suffocate

Suffering succotash these cats make bluffs acquaint, I subjugate these suckers' games

Need substitutions for blunders made? Infamous Mic Professional

A morlock out the subterrane, bring your best, I bury 'em