Verse 1:
Okay we're serving this, man made dope, audio splurgin'
With the crates, black vinyl in the bag, all sales are final
And I'm happy too, doing everything that I have to do
Shout out to Lawrence Finkelstein, Tha Devol, Nappy Newt
I start forming stanzas right after I craft the loop
You can't distract the truth, when I attack your crew
Now all my life I've been the underdog like Scrappy Doo
But I just laugh because these cats can't grasp the magnitude
That's why I grab the doob and flip the phonograph
And capture the fattest moments and compose 'em so ya shake ya ass
And when I make a track, I'm likely blazing hash
Meanwhile you're rolling up a pinner blunt that tastes like trash
Look I'm just stating facts every time the mic is gripped
I'll likely spit the tightest shit till I decide to quit
Combining this with the decline of all the minor kids
I know I'll strive and survive, I've only got one life to live

Hook:
Grippin' the mic is the life that I'm tryna live
I can't remind myself how many different mics I've ripped
My mind exists to terrorize the helpless wife and kids
Of whack emcees who always step up tryna diss x2

Verse 2:
Now when my light rays, hit you side ways, know what you might say
You've been blinded by my mind, now play the rewind for like 5 days
As the times change, I hit with precision, I've got the right aim
Survive the ice age simply due to My Mind Spraaaaay
My left brain works the right hand with the mic stand
A maniacal rap titan from Indiana to Iran
The mic stance is known to blind cats
I might snap and freestyle about rice patties mixed with Thai Lamb
And then I'll stop and try and gain my composure
With a sip from this double cream stout in which I ordered
I ring Bell's up in Michigan, I'm a Rogue out in Oregon
Bout to scoop them up at Kahn's cuz that's the local emporium
I'm imperial just like the Russian Stouts that I drink
And burn some nuggets that reek, that's everyday of the week
If you feel it, the realest, then won't you let me get my spit on
And if you don't dig it then you can get gone!

Hook x2

Verse 3:
If you don't choose to see the truth in me, then foolishly you'll prove to me
Don't step up to Klinik, I thought y'all knew that that was mutiny
I brutally attack rappers, that's by the 2's and 3's
4's and 5's, talkin' bout takin' more than your jewelry
Lyrically? Do you wanna reach you're eulogy?
I talk a lot of shit, but I'm really more bout that unity
Because if you and me worked together, then beautifully
The Earth would be shaped into which it truly used to be
I refuse to be taken for granted, my people root for me
Because they know that musically it's the dude that be a true emcee
Plus I'm producing beats that used to be what you used to see
Unusually nowadays, that's why these cats are losing sleep
They're taking cues from me, they're studying what booze and trees
Are infused into the groove, now what are y'all tryna do to me?
Such tomfoolery just shouldn't be making moves on me
It's time to musically do my duty for my community!

Hook x2