Yo I'm the livest nigga alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural
Don't make me blast you with a ruger capsule
My crew will capture you and trap you inside of koopa's castle
I turn ya to statue like medusa's lookin at you
Produce the future raps
Or subtract you like dudes in math do
I'm always moving past you even when I use the bathroom
Wipe my asshole with pages straight out the book of matthew
Im lookin at you with my third optical vision
I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position ready to rock with conviction
Chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen 'cause you out of suggestions
Tied up submission of you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Peace to onyx I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop's newest and most volatile addition
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