Back With A Vengeance

It was all black and I was off track
Eighteen years I shed tears, I'm a post-traumatic
From the fear of my peers who would go and talk smack
But I done broke my back to make some cold hard raps
And it's too late for an apology, hey, I'm just a product of hate
And inequality, I've been made a mockery of, and it's an atrocity
So I've come to spew this venom up into a menace
Who are the envious, raging my pen to the page
So I'm back and I'm back with a vengeance

So father, please grant me the strength
'Cause I'ma do whatever it takes to have my enemies slain
If I falter, then I'm digging two graves
And you can bet your bottom dollar they'll remember my name

Now I don't wanna get you startled
But I'm gonna get this shit started
Whether or not you like it or not
'Cause ha, I'm coming with 24 bars of the hardest shit
And I might just go full retarded with this syllable bustin' rap art I spit so
The hip-hop schizo is back with a vengeance
I've come to attack like a pit-bull

What you know about lock jaws?
I'm a rapper? I should have been a rock star
Making hot songs
'Cause I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm rocking and knocking your socks off
In other words, I'm a king
So you gon' need more than a cop car to stop all of this
'Cause I'm at the top of hip-hop
And just stop it, I'm not falling

When I was young, I wanted to be godly, I wanted to so badly
"What's a human body?", I said, I said illuminati
Three time while tapping my sneaker bottoms to the studio lobby
Went in the booth and started spewing rhymes like a superhuman zombie
With a music hobby, other MC's weren't too fondly
Of the fact that I rapped better than 90 percent of the pack
When I snap so cuckoo oddly
How the fuck? I'm the new G.O.A.T of the OP rap scene
There will never be another rapper like me, whiter than a white-t
Light speed, spitting like a B-Bugatti

I do what I do so proudly
Haters can s-suck on these nuts
'Cause I don't give a fuck what y'all think
If I ever did, I'd fucking call it quits
'Cause I'm never gonna fall in shit
All in this rap game with a ballpoint tipped
Pen
And ever single last one of my futures poker chips

Oh, LG. kill 'em, who would have knew?
I spit so much venom
My flow is so smooth like a punch top can
I got one shot, why would I not go get 'em?
When I'm a go getter, dough getter, whole cheddar
When I fucking flip flows better
Oh, you beg to differ?
Let me show these spitters' whose saliva's better

When I'm ripping and grilling it, flipping and spilling it
Giving and feeling it, this is the illest shit
Ever that's killing it, villainous killers of militants
Filling in villages pillaging woman and children and buildings
While I'm working so diligently on my raps, and I'm rhyming a million
Words in second, fuck, I'm an infinite being, my physical body's misleading
'Cause I see things that other people just don't see
Why you think I wear shades in the evening?
'Cause it's always sunny on Planet Cool
So I eat lame MC's like a cannibool or is it a cannibal?

'Cause I'm an-animal with a mechanic flow
Give me a drop of gas and I go like a ba-banana boat
When I peel off on this track, get it, peel off? Nah
'Cause y'all ain't that dope, ain't that dope?
Bitch, I'm so sick that I need an antidote
With a Xanax bar and a damn flannel coat!
So somebody get me a can of coke

'Cause I'm making pop music
The shit that I'm making will pop pupils
Y'all pop mollies, I pop Ollies
Y'all paparazzi gon' feel stupid
When you're popping a shot of a rap nuisance
Wanna see my ass, doofus?
I'll show you the back of my pants, losers
But I ain't looking back 'cause I'm past loosing

I'm spitting a particle, molecule, syllable
Finna go in with subliminal message, a follicle
Left at the scene of the crime is a minimal evidence
Evident, I'm at the pinnacle
I'm gonna spit a flow better than heaven
'Cause heaven is God, and I'm God when I spit a flow
So how could I not be a God when I'm biblical?

Not gonna stop 'til my rapping gets difficult
Cocking a Glock 'cause I'm back, I'm a criminal
You don't really know why I really go so hard
When I'm in a zone, filling homes with the silicone
Of sound, every minute goes loud
When I'm pounding the drums in your ears like a symbol
When I'm so-so down for the count
That I'm moe-fucking frowning
'Cause I'm pitiful

So father, please grant me the strength
'Cause I'ma do whatever it takes to have my enemies slain
If I falter, then I'm digging two graves
And you can bet your bottom dollar they'll remember my name
And you can bet your bottom dollar they'll remember my name
Remember my name