(Well, we are back)

(If you attack him--)

(Then stop)

Hey yo peep it, valley of the TP shit

Lookin' for a style like mine, the war is secret

Preach it

You couldn't do that with Wembanyama rhymes

I'm too intelligent, yeah them causes stupid harm

Two alarm blaze, Luke is out the cage

Laughin' at you fat fucks squeezin' in the cold waves

I spend time in my mind, never rushin'

Sip the Moscow Mule, I'm a boss now (boss now)

Why you lookin' clueless like a lost child? (mommy?)

In the torn down Toys R Us filled with toys and dust

Cameras on tryin' to poison us, raps are poisonous

Middle age women know they can't avoid the crush

(what do they know?)

They know when Esoteric is the boy to trust

Folk hero, drinkin' Coke Zero, no

Now it's Spindrift, raps make your skin shift

Your boy been slick since David Lynch flicks

I'm a .50 cal, you a pin prick

Comin' to you live from Mount Olympus!

(Priceless.. 50,000 watts of funky hip hop power)