I wish a nigga would, start that mayhem
That Mayweather money lookin' good through the Ray Bands
All money ain't good, learned that from the hoodlums
My rap's a conundrum, you ain't trained to answer
My quotes flow off, so far ahead of y'all
I seem lost, inside my metaphors
I met the four-headed beast of Revelation
I ain't worried about competitors
Ichabod Crane no brain my head is yours
I do it with the force, it's with me like Fin
Spinnin' in my vortex or the voice of Whitney
Singing in my ear sent here to guard my body
Telling me it's my, prerogative like Bobby
Kill these kamikazes, they want it anyway
Why not today just obliging their logic
Teaching of the gnostics, blessed with the gift seen it coming like a prophet

20-20, I witness this
Walk in apocalypse, MP
You know the name
You know the name
I spit Lasik vision 20/20 eyeing the nations
20-20, I witness this
Walk in apocalypse, MP
You know the name
You know the name
So you can clearly the premise is basic

Young Kobe on the booth floor, I'm trying to score
This rap hill like Lauryn, don't care if the touring flop
The juggernaut, can't eat my soul
If you think I lost, we can roll that bet
Nature of the threat voice of God in anatomy
Grammy academies don't flatter me
I casually spit flow, defy gravity
Celebrate these, daily anniversaries
Breathing oxygen, Independence day
Infinite potential in the palm of the doctor
The phenom is born, ready to meet destiny
Definitely cooking, recipe success in the midst of Hell's kitchen
Devil itching to make a deal, it's been a drill
I give back to rap, for these tracks I killed
Flash of light men in black can't remember shit
Can't understand my penmanship I script in code

20-20, I witness this
Walk in apocalypse, MP
You know the name
You know the name
I spit Lasik vision 20/20 eyeing the nations
20-20, I witness this
Walk in apocalypse, MP
You know the name
You know the name
So you can clearly the premise is basic

If yo shit dope, I'm the poppy seed
Big and Pac on opposite ends if Faith had twins
I'd meet him, life after death now, they guide my pen
I psychic connect and let their ghost write
I just read it out of fright
This mic is like a glass pipe in the sight of Pookie
But I don't worry about my last nights
Future lookin' bright, climbed out that grave
Dedicated to the art form, fuck it if the rent double
Live out my truck, drifting in a bubble
This a different world, fuck Dr. Huxtable
Black intellectuals a product of the beast
N's on the yard, thieves in the night
The same synonyms they used to talk about Christ
I walk through the darkness, guided by the highest light
Messiah type with a punch like Mike though

20-20, I witness this
Walk in apocalypse, MP
You know the name
You know the name
I spit Lasik vision 20/20 eyeing the nations
20-20, I witness this
Walk in apocalypse, MP
You know the name
You know the name
So you can clearly the premise is basic