[Verse 1]
Back to kick more rhymes, but this time, they will be fatal
This time I'm setting my scope on the pope and popping his navel
This naval battle'll send the planet straight to the stratosphere
Because, at long last, the fabled dragon's here, spitting Akavir thu'ums
Some say his words will end in fire, some say in ice
Either way, once he spits, those opposed will all pay the price
You take some K.L., mix in Kal-El, and add a pinch of Kahlil Gibran
And what do you get?
Just li'l ol' me, an ill emcee
A freelance word hurricane
Pure urethane with the world to gain
Bursting chains, murking gangs on a rampage, rampant for 30 days
Serpents stay lurking, they would disturb this service at church today
It's just by chance that I happen to wear a turban
Umm, hey!
See the plan all along's been to rip through every song
'Til I'm a household name and, really, not much more than that
I set off on this journey with just this backpack rap on my back
That and a snack of wacker rappers to purge all my cravings at
Cause I'm the king at this, swear I just haven't proven it yet
So this is something like an Odyssey I'm making through this rap
True to that, no dilution or substitution abused, in fact
I'm confused: I'm the noob here, yet you fools rap like y'all new to rap?
But this ain't even rap, it's hip hop
The difference is these tracks'll get you jumpin' like Kris Kross
And still be saying something that gets you trapped like Rick Ross
Behind my bars but frees your mind at the same time
And then I jet, liftoff
Yeah, call me young Odysseus on his journey home
Best believe I'm locked on and gunning it straight for the throne
Misplaced king of the game
I'm coming for my dues
So you gotta peep game, cause what more could you do?
Ay, what it do?
[Chorus]
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, this is hip hop
[Bridge]
Get back, get back, get back
[Verse 2]
Ben, why you even send your beats my way?
You know I'm a killer
You know you can't bring 'em back, man
This ain't Mike Jack "Thriller"
You know I get thrilled with skrilla, deal or no deal, I'm still iller
You know I'm gon' bring 'em bat, man
My nights are dark when knocking it out the park like I'm Daryl Straw
Partial to that Ben Stiller
Cause this is Night at the Museum, turn that to mausoleum
And then I go and flip that mausoleum to coliseum
Spilling blood on my jalabiya
Man, you lucky them columns'll hold me back
Boy, I'm Walter White
Call a fed, I won't even be alarmed then
Cop the plea bargain for weed farming
When I see varmints on the beat, storming
It's just instinct that makes me prone to fading 'em like three Charmin
Rolls, but that's just the rant of another young rapscallion scaling rap
I'm an animal in this field, the ox with the plow
Oxygen stock in him now, something like a fox on his prowl
Turn the field of dreams to a killing, y'all cannot stop me now
My conoscopy's high velocity, yours is not to me
Wow
Man, I'm spitting, really spitting
Suggest you stop and listen
Detonating like Doctrine Dark strapped with three C4s with him
When he's inhaling kerosene and taking a match to the pistons
Just takes a spark at the end of these lines I'm lobbing
To hold the mic, I'm throbbing, mechanical movement
Masterful oozing
Of raw talent like nasty, old lubricant
Pass me your uzi
And a clip of quotes, don't have me to use it
Smash the old rules, it's
Simply too bomb to diffuse
You are now tuned to young Odysseus on his journey home
The sequel to the ill he had back on Quazinkle
Misplaced king of the game, I'm coming for my dues
You think any different, you just might be cut loose
But hey, that's just cause it
[Chorus]
