Y'all might need to vacate
I'll eradicate this whole species
Or whoever face me
Ain't nobody here to save me
Throughout this Fall, be my safety
Winter coming soon you can see it in the dang leaves
Who ya framing?
I ain't did a damn thing
I got the brush up in my hand, this dimension be my painting
Issa, motherfuckin' Renaissance
I'm tearing down the walls and leading the charge declaring war
Yo, come bring the artillery
Shoot your shot son, but don't be getting all jittery
Suit fit to a T
Certificate proof for me as the king
Pressure on ya jugular, come gets ya mans, he's bleeding (Rrrah)
I'll realign your spine column
Rearranged into disarray
Call me jokin', but this man has gone astray
Rewind the VHS, now press play
What's wrong ese?
Tu no crees en tu gente?
Cuales son los pensamientos en tu mente?
Sufras mucho pero ponte fuerte
Y no mientes
Las verdad vienes cuando Dios quiere
Dos de día, y tres cuando te enfría
La sangre
Soy un salvaje
Yo como cuando tengo hambre

Hitting the road for my shows
Killing the beat on the low
I'm the best everyone knows
Do you like my flow?
I stole it from cole
I'm on a roll but I never fold
You boys are rookie
I'm moving like pros
You talking bout hoes
I'm talking bout knowledge
And holding my soul

Yo, I do this for sport
Adidas galore
The muscles get sore
From all the laps I've been running since four
It's time to clean up trash Florida Rap, completing the chores
Mufasa at large
Y'all now hearing me roar

Still that swaggin' ass
Rappin' ass nigga
With his class in tact
Taking all these chances like these flows I took from acid rap
Been on some music shit and I know that I'm gon' last at that
While everybody else gon' fade away just like a ratchet tat

Hol' up, pause
I realize too many people out here makeup they flaws
Funny thing is you can't foundation them scars
Pervy predators
Crooked politicians really pushing all the fucking guns for war
Is it too hard to believe
They put they dicks in the Middle East
To please this insatiable greed?
Apparently so, 98% of y'all sheep
And the other 2% was fuckin' murdered by me!

Writing lyrics for like 40 nights and 40 days
I'm in my prime, dropping dimes, glory days
Lost myself in the music
Found myself in the process
Like Philadelphia
Young talent
All I do is be honest
I'm Giannis
A freak of nature
Young buck on the way
To be a legend in my own right and make this shit wavy
Only make music when i feel sumn'
This one right here's for the real ones

I'm mega, and you micro
I'm the finished product, and y'all just typos
I'm at my prime though, call me Optimus
If you can't comprehend, well here is my hypothesis (Woo)
Come recognize the fuckin' topic bitch
My lyrics illicit
Rich in disses
Havin' you wishin'
You had a pot to piss in
I'm poppin' pistons
The snakes are hissin'
I just mowed the grass, so start a body count for those gone missin'
Makin' shit disappear, hat trick magician
Three times the repetition
My motive, my repertoire
I'm reaching for the damn stars
I'm going real far
Recognize this the Resurrection of a Real Art