Yo yo,
Yeah. Yes.

My beats are so fast like they ain't got no friction,
Fast as they speed of light, almost science fiction
And everybody in the crowd's in awe of my diction
Listening to me's almost like a benediction
to compare, your raps are in a state of dereliction.

I'll tear your rhymes apart with processes empirical
Past royal, presidential, this shit is imperial.
Every perform check I roll, I roll it a critical
When I walk in the room all the dames go hysterical
'Cuz just hearing me is an experience so spiritual
That everybody realizes, I'm a mother fuckin' miracle

My raps are so fine they've reached God Tier
That's right, ascended past the status of you mortals mere.
Armed with metaphors in my bandolier,
Sailin' cross the seas of rhymes, the illest buccaneer
So watch yourself, son, or your ships I'll commandeer.
I'll divide thine kingdom like I was King Leer,
that's right, iambic pentameter like Billy Shakespeare.
School you like Sherlock, sayin' "Elementary my dear"