(Ian TaylorVerse)

Like whatchu gon’ do?

Every track is a touchdown,
Practicing until the sun’s down,
Fuck ‘round? go and try your luck, pal.
Still on the clock, but ahead of my time, like I was digital to sundials,
Run Wild, unwound, fuck ‘round!

You ain’t got a problem with me,
You got a problem with you sittin’ on the bottom beneath,
You got a problem so you fishin’ for some compliments, G,
You ain’t gettin none from me ‘cuz I’m on top of the sea.

You won’t be bodying me, that’s why I’m bothering you.
Like no matter what you do you’ll never topple my troop.
My homie often Ian’s walkin’ in and conquerin’ booths,
If you got a fuckin’ problem then I’ll walk up to you,

Throw shit in your face, and hock spit in your food,
Listen to you? Nah. I’d rather go and knock out a tooth.
Stick my dick into a woodchipper and follow it through.,
They all call me all these names I say that’s father to you.

Actually, I’m factually a rap elite. I do it happily.
I’m tactfully and rapidly attacking all these tracks with ease.
I’m flashing past the flash when I do dash my track upon the page,
I gotta say I’m awesome, great. Honestly I’m staggering.

Not stutterin’ or mumblin’... staggering to rap elites,
Who witness this ambition and the way I’m stackin’ synonyms,
And syllables incredibly. I pull them in like gravity,
Then rap with P sporadic things so out the world they’re Saturn’s rings.
(Hook)

Like whatchu gon’ do?
Yea whatchu gon’ do?
Whatchu gon’ do? (Bitch)
Whatchu gon’ do? (Mother Fucker)

Like whatchu gon’ do?
Yea whatchu gon’ do?
Whatchu gon’ do? (Bitch)
Whatchu gon’ do? (Mother Fucker)

(Black Pegasus Verse)

Pegasus and I spaz when I’m writin’,
Fast when I’m fightin’, get it poppin’, clash of the Titans, smash when I’m strikin,
Click, Clack, Blast when I’m snipin’,
Break into your studio and I’m crashin’ the cypher,

Door dash, better get your guys,
Pull up like an exercise with beef and some extra fries,
I stick around like a pesticide
I only drop hard shit no surprise that they petrified,

They want a deal so they testified,
Cooperate the appeal now ya whole team jeopardized,
You built a crew, I built an enterprise,
You try and steal from the from the culture leave the whole scene gentrified,

Now yo’ ass gettin’ penalized,
That’s why me and I.T. in the game keep the pen alive,
Mumble rap facing genocide,
It’s getting crazy out here motha fuckaz better get inside!

‘Cuz I’m packin a Mack in the back of the ac
And attackin’ the track with the actual facts, RUN.
If you really want beef then I’m clappin’ a gat,
And I’m stackin’ the tracks with the classical raps, DONE.

What you know about the ruler when I get up on the microphone and do my motha’ fuckin’ thing boy,
You don’t know about a nigga and you talking all that shit but you don’t really want beef bring soy.

(Ian Taylor Hook)

Like whatchu gon’ do?
Yea whatchu gon’ do?
Whatchu gon’ do? (Bitch)
Whatchu gon’ do? (Mother Fucker)

Like whatchu gon’ do?
Yea whatchu gon’ do?
Whatchu gon’ do? (Bitch)
Whatchu gon’ do? (Mother Fucker)

Like whatchu gon’ do?
Yea whatchu gon’ do?
Whatchu gon’ do? (Bitch)
Whatchu gon’ do? (Mother Fucker)

Like whatchu gon’ do?
Yea whatchu gon’ do?
Whatchu gon’ do? (Bitch)
Whatchu gon’ do? (Mother Fucker)