No rap debate, rap is lactatingI create when I speak, unsettling sensesUnconventional, unapologeticAt war with the rap specters, rap rap teamThat's over the boom bapI bump thumps like the Klan loves TrumpI run the zip code, New York certifies my ship coldIt's a pipe bomb in the rib cageAnd a burst projectile using blast radiusScattered strat in the outwardsIt went viral in Zika through your speakersSuper * fucker up, I'm friendly, I'm furlingWe're moving with non-rap sisGettin' dropkicked, really plopped in the brickLookin' like sweater stick, the winds, the winds, the windsFighting for the cater, verse through boundVersion to all versions, leggy as Pat's ElectroAnd letters I left to the German SharksPlus some of Swift's pills, drunk by the sovereigntySpraying your pride, radicalizedTerror terrorized, conquest unjustifiedTicket top to the post, I cannot interfereThere's a banner of a white godAnd a collective belief of a hallucination core religionGOP here to rid us from the assertsCan't go with the great evil of AllahBut on the Agrabah, resolved with imaginary deathAnd sat there in the strip mallGet together, it's like mass gravesThe odds of the world shed a huge, metal-shaping tearsAnd your cow are undercover, secureAnd the rest of the country has your languageSend them all to hell or heaven for bad peopleBut the nightmare MCs don't wake fromLord, I'm on my knees, pretty please, pretty pleasePlease, for better MCsMore Earl sweatshirts, more carsMore brother jewels, more Kayla MarsMore Def Gibson, locksmithMore Jewel Ortiz, and Pusha T'sIt's hard, I couldn't tell the whackApart from the clothes and the weak noseIt's all so bitch and machoFrom the spray in the right handFrom the crib and the dick beatersNo heatin' in a bikiniIt's trying to under-recitalYou don't know me and you don't know my styleHit the pump, I'm holding your soul, my style's wildI used to have the wild, now this ain't realWild, wild