Ayo Just another night, underwater colored lights Taking you to previously undiscovered heights Like a Mario Brother, sorry oh brother, where art thou? Ask time for some art now class Fart cloud full of gassiest elements, the nastiest elements There ain't nobody nasty as Elements of Music R.I.P., comin' to tracks from that fella since these other cats is trash They should bask in their own irrelevance Alrighty then, hella gems spillin' from my almighty pen Got the jealous all biting And they mad over spittin' bars, saltier than corned beef Mad clovers in my yard, all of 'em are four-leafed The state government banned me from the lottery 'Cause winnin' and myself are synonymous terminology Sometimes I gotta say it bourgeois-ly 'Cause dudes who usually lose get confused probably Get a new hobby I been rappin' since the lobbyists complained that the stones on the road were too cobbly Impossible not to be snobby considering I'm constantly atop the roster I'm an Olympian forever gettin' gold, you ain't fuckin' with me cap'n I ain't never gonna fold, I ain't nothin' like a napkin, Mike This rappin's more like kidnappin', bitch slappin' Or more accurately wrist slappin' of a child in a cookie jar I am in a far more dialed-in state than you rookies are Y'all are sub-par, get my bookie's card He be takin' bets on why 'Cause I'm nice with that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah I'm a phoenix, rising from the ashes calmly My prefix should be Omni, I'm awfully godly Oddly, these odd MC's are at odds with me Knowing odds are that the odds will be in my favor I make fake rappers sign waivers The paperwork's a headache but it ends up being a time saver I cater to a very wide range of hater Verified lames keep my name up in they monthly mailers Dirty devil doin' dastardly deeds Top seed challenging me to catastrophe leads When I spit some might actively impeach harassment While my income passively proceeds with its amassment Crooked smile of a high wine drinker The hook and line thinker got you hook, line, sinker I tinker with lyrics like a mechanic in an old garage Artfully replacing the part of an old Dodge Dart Classic like most art from Mozart's Considered unfiltered when the flows start I simply open up my heart that the man or woman Madonna sang to If I'm in your city, I'm accepting marijuana, thank you Hey, hol' up, I'm like Crayola Limitless color palette, you have gray only Ayo, I stay so low-key that I'm low-key lonely Mad scientist experimentin' at his house solo-ly The music gets a hold of me and take control of me It puts me in the zone of easy livin', would you like to go with me? Yo, start your day off like your breakfast had weed in it Lookin' at the speed limit, makin' sure you're not exceedin' it Noticing your breathing, you all up in the present Wild game like a motherfuckin' pheasant, ayy Shotgun blast Do not compare, do not contrast You ain't in my fuckin' league, why the fuck would you assume? My league night's every Monday night on the moon My freestyles wild a la Flight of the Bumble Bee Meanwhile after you're done rappin' there's the sight of a tumbleweed Whistle in the mic to accompany I sit atop the throne so comfortably Checkerboard double stack Get some more bubble wrap pronto These other cats fragile, not to mention they muy tonto, yeah Slower than a dial-up modem I go over lots of heads like I'm climbin' up a totem Pole, uh-oh, I'm on a roll like a French dip My flow is something to be cherished like friendship My style dope, clean bars like Dial soap Provide hope to you like you Catholic and I'm the Pope Master at rockin' the boat, you need a gyroscope At this point, sayin' that I'm nice is kind of a trope National treasure, I'm back and I'm much fresher Rap tight like those things that measure your blood pressure Known for the voice like I'm Fran Drescher From crowds I draw stares like M.C. Escher Yes sir, I go from sayin' desert to a reservoir Hella wide range in my repertoire Skeptics are surprised I've been described as Jekyll and Hyde When they're high on lysergic diethylamide I've got a devil inside that controls my breath I try to swallow my pride and I immediately choke to death Dream so lucidly that I seem delusional The heat's so extreme that it streams from a crucible I'll lay you out flat like a yoga mat I'll get this party jumpin' like Jehoshaphat Create an interest like the Federal Reserve Tryna give my homie EOM the credit he deserve (Haha) He was too far ahead of the curve Bittersweet like the symphony by that band The Verve R.I.P. EOM, shout out to my brother Herbs, uh Time for a station break T-t-ti-time for a station break, break, break Time for a station break Ti-t-t-ti-time for a station break, break Time for a station break T-t-ti-time for a station break, break, break Time for a station break Time for a station break Ti-t-t-ti-time for a station break, break Break, break, break, break