The death of a man, birth of a legend.
Just like a beverage,
the flow so refreshing.
I'm so futuristic,
call me George Jessen.
M -O -E, a well -taught lesson.
As my eyes open,
I'm ready and I'm focused.
Swag so magical,
call it hocus pocus.
I'm so far ahead,
you can't get any closer.
You in the background,
I'm in the front like a chauffeur.
Your brain's on drugs,
my brain's on Hova
Plastic in my pocket but
the bank account
Oprah Flyer than a kite, cooler than the mint
You can't change me,
I'm kinda like a cent
You still don't believe,
fuck's wrong with you?
Oh it's cause I don't sing, or use autotune
I keep it DC, South to North East
I don't wear a mask,
no Jason Voorhees
Younger motherfucker, learn the name well
I refrigerate the game so
it won't get stale
Nigga, I'm the shit,
so double up on tissue
Cause these niggas suck, Bissou
If she a bad chick, fat ass,
and official
Then she can blow the dick
like a whistle
Back to the topic,
you rappers need to stop it
My voice box locks then
excels like a rocket
Flow so toxic, sorta like Britney Spears
I'm poppin' like a fresh can of beer
Droppin' no tears, have no fear
keep friends far away
but your enemies near.
Oscar Michaud, bitch I'm here standing in
the motherfucking lights like a deer.
In case you didn't hear 11's
my year.
I'm bout to shock your gaming ears.