No rap debate, rap is lactating
I create when I speak, unsettling senses
Unconventional, unapologetic
At war with the rap specters, rap rap team
That's over the boom bap
I bump thumps like the Klan loves Trump
I run the zip code, New York certifies my ship cold
It's a pipe bomb in the rib cage
And a burst projectile using blast radius
Scattered strat in the outwards
It went viral in Zika through your speakers
Super * fucker up, I'm friendly, I'm furling
We're moving with non-rap sis
Gettin' dropkicked, really plopped in the brick
Lookin' like sweater stick, the winds, the winds, the winds
Fighting for the cater, verse through bound
Version to all versions, leggy as Pat's Electro
And letters I left to the German Sharks
Plus some of Swift's pills, drunk by the sovereignty
Spraying your pride, radicalized
Terror terrorized, conquest unjustified
Ticket top to the post, I cannot interfere
There's a banner of a white god
And a collective belief of a hallucination core religion
GOP here to rid us from the asserts
Can't go with the great evil of Allah
But on the Agrabah, resolved with imaginary death
And sat there in the strip mall
Get together, it's like mass graves
The odds of the world shed a huge, metal-shaping tears
And your cow are undercover, secure
And the rest of the country has your language
Send them all to hell or heaven for bad people
But the nightmare MCs don't wake from
Lord, I'm on my knees, pretty please, pretty please
Please, for better MCs
More Earl sweatshirts, more cars
More brother jewels, more Kayla Mars
More Def Gibson, locksmith
More Jewel Ortiz, and Pusha T's
It's hard, I couldn't tell the whack
Apart from the clothes and the weak nose
It's all so bitch and macho
From the spray in the right hand
From the crib and the dick beaters
No heatin' in a bikini
It's trying to under-recital
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Hit the pump, I'm holding your soul, my style's wild
I used to have the wild, now this ain't real
Wild, wild