I'm the invincible, undefeated, Champion
Mount Zion's my ancestors' camp of Lions
Star of David? Nah, The Thought of Stardom
Martyrdom undone, crumbs left of the dumb, thumb
To the play button, glutton of words
Mutt and mutton, birds'll fly, apply to you, dropping turds
Hopping up on ignorance to feel high and mighty
Prop up the reel, dance to the visual, cry to diety
Pious Piety, might it be to see is truly to be?
Me? I see everything there is, so I must be more than thee!
My creed in the game is to be stupid rappers' Bane
Humidity forms when I arrive, hotter lines than cocaine!
Caught her lying, now frying on acid, to become placid
Pot, murs, dying, DOW, writing, things I do as flaccid
Facet of the facetious is treasonous leeches draining
Reasonless bitches, malicious pulpit, culprit blaming
Boom of the bass, dropping down a flight of stairs
Soon now, the Mace, blotting my eyes, unable to stare
I been arrested thirty times, been to jail once
Almost all weren't even crimes, cops are silly cunts
Runts of the mind and abusers of power, but no matter
I'm The Thought, invincible to you, rare as anti-matter
Scattered and hid, what these phony, beezy, rappers did
Fatter than mids, cut these money-hungry little kids
Please stop your yammering, you'll wake the “I don't give a fuck”s
Peace treaty hammering my instinctual desire to pluck
You from society and introduce you to propriety
Invincibility of me with Cleverility, serenity
Like a Firefly, mooning you with flame, as you I maim
Planes fill the sky below me, My altitude still gains
Fame will never trouble me, I'll just double-bubble Hubble Kush
Drop this in a puddle, you'll drown a couple Muggles so hush
I'm a lyrical magician, rhythmical pediatrician
Diagnosing the game with misdirection, wrong jurisdiction
Politician of the pen and pad, fiction written to break the bad
Rhetorician gifted in the art of making Idiots mad
Historically euphorically choric, busting open, y'all
From Bozeman to Zurich, Kanye best return my call
Pounding you try-hards with instinctual mastery of this
Punctual with the bard pastry, casting you to Hades, bitch
I'm rich of the rhymes, but admittedly poor of the dimes, so hire me
Drive up to visit me, nail a line on 200 Fire Street
Dare I say I'm invincible at 18? yeah, fuck it
Care to evacuate? Toss your shit music in a bucket?
Don't make a ruckus it's just justice to suck it
Fuck stick, you just a talentless dick
And The Thought is fucking sick
