[Verse 1] The rhyming wizard, each line exquisite Good textile, shoes reptile, some kinda lizard With his designer fitteds each time he visits Check genius dot com right this minute, you’ll find his lyrics The mic’s his weapon, he writes in seconds Morsels of baked foods, babes with him feed him like he’s seven He despise the reverend and spite the brethren All hell will break loose they see him sitting tight in heaven Bumped all your beef tracks, you flaunt all your six packs And ask how his grammar so polished? None of your beeswax Clarion call only the righteous herd Y’all saw Marion fall, yo she a flightless bird Verbs on the sheet, conjunctions and nouns Perv 'pon the beat, he not fucking around Verse on repeat, gees be stuck on tha sound Word on the street, he the talk of tha town [Hook] He waited so long to enter the game He carries on so y’all remember the name [Verse 2] They say, end the street raps and save the youth Still he’s penning beef tracks on grazing routes Debating, perpending if Slash can raise the roof They drag on, ghen ghen! He spits facts and blaze the booth Hey sweet tooth, this ice cream that came in cones Bitch got wet off a pipe dream, she’s game to bone Talked with teen Falz fans that wore the same cologne Never seen Charles dance? You forget Game of Thrones Won’t see dude boogeying at clubs, He’s modenining in the stu Peace to Nubians abroad, He’s Poseidon in a pool He think Joe Biden is a fool, the version he’s witnessed Deplorable loan shark, a person of interest Know he matters to the dames, his presence bring pleasance OG status in the game, in essence, senescence Foes found the muppets in their team looping his songs Angels’ll come to sound the trumpet and hear him tooting his horn [Hook] He waited so long to enter the game He carries on so y’all remember the name

[Verse 1] See art imitates life, death captivates science His darts irritate wives but heads appreciate rhymes So he activate lines, low-key fan of Sinach He spit fire, player, vote him man of the match His dope’s illegal, he’s no Ezekiel but he knows his people His papa was a rolling stone that drove a beetle Rappers fussed and stole his poems, his fragrance howls Bruv, when push comes to shove, that’s a flagrant foul They all ass like a lifer’s cock, drill villains Freemason with writer’s block, still building Layman physicist, saunters just like his daddy Vagrant lyricist, wanderlust like Icardi Ahead of his time, he was cryopreserved His pen is god like Priapus, it’s his biro we serve Vigilantes horrified, bannies keep flings transactional Militancy worldwide, Amnesty International [Verse 2] His wack barber bumped electronic, always half-drunk So he switched to a guy that felt The Chronic, no more daft punk Youngin dissed his top 5, "J Cole murders those vets And it’s your word against mine like a coal-workers’ protest" Seen too many moors and jerks these days strapped to gurneys If he’s caught up in war of words, it’s a scrabble tourney Says if you marry or honeymoon you’s a dumb fella Yet in February, he’ll jump the broom and the umbrella Bros, these hoes scream at him inside of new cathedrals Cos his whole team got green like the Super Eagles Hateful Crip, your dude can’t stand the sight of blood Faithful G, for Wu-Tang Clan, he’d fly abroad Angel bent on demonstrating his capabilities Came to vent, son premonstrating his rap ability Main event, thumbs up from Charlie? That’s validity Even when drinking beer in PH, his tongue hardly lacks acidity [Bridge] A riot in the ghetto Satire from the get go He’s fire, bring the petrol A crier in the metro Desiring the XO A liar finna get hoe Maguire isn’t special Like Dyer isn’t Eto'o Admiring the deco Inspiring a gecko He sighing, e dey echo This sire need a check oh! Check oh! check oh!

[Verse] "Loves sex, he’s vain" says his shell or exterior But subject to change like the bell for next period Art critics say his joints arthritic and lacks fluidity But he’s God with a capital G, lacks humility Quick to bury the hatchet, quicker to dig up the grave Mouth on his ratchet bigger than the dick of a slave Gives her no secrets, don’t mean that Vic of a babe Malingering magician mastering the tricks of the trade Huh! He got metaphors in copious amounts Flip it to cash, be better off than OBO’s accounts Both euros and pounds, to think he used to floss in refectories Please, pussy people play possum perfectly Best rhymer alive, nothing frivolous said Will never meet his doom ‘cause King Geedorah’s dead Yeah! Knowledge in every line, even the choruses Got the brightest eggheads scrambling for thesauruses Been writing weaker raps since his dog died His side piece loves to get piggybacked and be hogtied Hair done in a bun, babe chasing a pie in the sky Scare some in the slum, they praying and crying he die Microphone, his instrument for radiesthesia Might have blown if Eastwood went and married Leticia Rascals aim for cash and fame, key are on sale Moves into the astral plane, leaves a contrail Emoluments quite high, an opulent lifestyle Crase guy, says hi when opponents drive-by Squeezing AK’s, truth hurts, men want him now to lie His life on the line, friends hung him out to dry Soldiers claim to fame, spray gats till they flinch and halt Goes against the grain, take that with a pinch of salt Inching on till he clinch results in rarefied air Abraham must be igbo, they sacrifice heirs (What?) Fuck me, He just wanna eat like gluttony The fool at forty who became streetwise suddenly Spitting image of his alter ego, doppelgänger Hit the village just to bother people, slow to anger No local banger? Say no to banter 'Cause he the hopeful answer to the global cancer, social dancer Shuttered with magnification, something in his throat What are the ramifications of calling him the GOAT? Young Busta Rhymes, damn! his flow is startling Non-plussed and fine, man! these hoes be marveling Son buss a nine then his foes be babbling Don’t cross the line when ye throw the javelin It’s slowly travelling, peep his demos of assonance Crepuscular nature of his memos is sacrosanct Absonant to modernism, mavericks cheer avarice Born to save lives, he ain’t a doctor, he a spagyrist

Verse 1 [Plasthic Slash]: Come the occasion when we lose all communication You’ll know religion’s nothing but zombification Solving equations with Asians, earth is spinning faster Lyrics are revelations, verses bring disaster to pastors, keep it in phylacteries, it’s flattery Humans aren’t made in factories, he’s refractory Hoes bone thugs, shit is easy to see Here with Moses peering closely at the CCTV No disguise, close his eyes and iniquities flee Crooks are found once you look around inquisitively He deplores deforestation yet he burning them trees Sackcloth to the studio cause he mourning emcees Turning Embiid, where there’s a will, there’s a Jada Pinkett Couch potato looking fried in a faded singlet Iggy types want that Biggie hype, Yeezy life If you clapping the chrome, you bad to bone like Eazy’s wife Rich bitch, big fish, upscale neighbourhood Great cook, baked foods, man, her cupcakes flavor’s good Babe, you’re rude, blew bands now she spread for bread Southpaw wife beater, she was left for dead He tote biscuits to chase bread, still made crumbs His last bitch did play dumb but steals state funds Got that resilient streak that every man respects He moved from Nigerien streets to American express [Hook: Stepping Wolf & Plasthic Slash] Stray from the norm, they deny what's expected Finger in the eye of the storm, new perspectives Stay in mind prisons, they caught light in prisms Slaves to rhythm, their thoughts driven Modernism! [Verse 2: Roth B The Maverick] Try to put him down, he spring up like Jack in the box The cop's done with his suspension, he's back with the force Sheer brilliance when the Maverick's involved Showed the Highway robbers they should tune in to traffic reports This should illustrate the habits he taught Stay scheming how to profit where others be static and stuck Imagine the love for Plasthic and Roth Gospel truth in their verses, walahi, they should rap it in church Drag price with the bannies you fuck Life's a bitch, you gotta negotiate more bang for your buck Switch rhyme, spice of life for this seasoned vet Emo bitches getting fucked up like pity sex Horny Insomniac or still in bed? This rap figure arouses woke MCs and sleepy heads Las gidi, he's the city rep Rapped with him so much, Slash thought Mav was in PTF [Hook: Stepping Wolf & Plasthic Slash] Stray from the norm, they deny what's expected Finger in the eye of the storm, new perspectives Stay in mind prisons, they caught light in prisms Slaves to rhythm, their thoughts driven Modernism! Verse 3 [Stepping Wolf]: Oh it's another sixteen, the kicks clean Paint a perfect picture like the Sistine, pristine To spark a conversation he combust Ignite his windpipes, enlighten you somewhat Cause he's a master of the skies, a bald face eagle brown eyes on the prize, sight all down sides Life's marathon, same laps as we all chase evil He go against the grain like rice weevils Find him on farm harvest the devil's lettuce Fuck what you heard, it's a shepherd fetish Don't play by it the book, he said it in the hook Go listen to the chorus or end up ourobous Don't let the chode explode, it's a big sin gave her the mother-load, forgot the pig skin She cute, skeet on sheets, avoid a blood bath or all disputes will be swept under the rugrats [Hook: Stepping Wolf & Plasthic Slash] Stray from the norm, they deny what's expected Finger in the eye of the storm, new perspectives Stay in mind prisons, they caught light in prisms Slaves to rhythm, their thoughts driven Modernism!

[Verse 1] To err is human but he a beast on tha mic Risky business to frisk the witness, he’s bona fide Scars tha reason to write, bars are prison for life An omen, limited atonement, he’s Gomarite Combination of wisdom and might is his exoskeleton No room for improvement, it’s a death row cell he’s in Dextrose, medicine and water, a short vision Pregnant kamikaze pilot, abort mission He got the right of way on the way to Yaba Left Was it bright or gray on the day his papa slept? After the wake, stayed woke bumping Lonnie Lynn Art’s tight but he sling hard white like Johnny Sins Spoken poems that open domes, bosses marvel A product of a broken home that lost his marbles And found bricks, he’s now slick, got shorties flirting He’ll rob the streets blind till God draws the curtains [Verse 2] Tattoos, the white bandage, he the type of man That’s good with sign language, peep the sleight of hand Pants sagging, fans drag him, he shuns the sawdust Never jumps on bandwagons, he’s on the tour bus Wrestled his inner demons, wack tag team Trying to get the lion share of what the cat dragged in Introverted womanizer, could be hitting on ya wench Reserved player, hoes ride him while sitting on tha bench Mastermind who calvinize troops and galvanize youths To balkanize groups while sipping alkalized juice Analyze dudes who advertise goods, randy bastards Stall the bots, he call the shots like anti-vaxxers The older god, way older than Huehueteotl Sends a feature verse, they try to waylay his vocals He'd hand dudes a packet, plenty sums cause terror They couldn’t handle the racket, too many unforced errors

[Verse 1] He’ll develop dialects they’ll study in citadels His sister can’t resist her, struggling to meet Adele And greet Pharell, too grown to pay the wrong piper Despair when he got praised after he changed his son’s diapers Proponents of gender equality quite quiet Pies tied to size, stick to the right diet Beers his mouth tastes would scare the South states Met some Formula 1 fans that don’t care about race He travel with a varlet and preach less migration With words that intoxicate and bring excitation Writing in ciphers with letters that bear ceriphs Since a pisher he’s known for cheddar his peers perish He medicates, feeds then decimates beats Presume his rap supreme how he educate peeps But largely plays to the gallery when he paints pictures Don’t ask if the serpent repents, you’ve read the same scripture [Verse 2] A player till the pearly gates, forty-two complete seasons What penalty for a senator who commits treason? Death before dishonor, most hated gravediggers Iratest origami artiste, greatest shapeshifter Beauty or brains for bairns, some help might save niggas Brag but quick to grab dumb belles like weightlifters Secretary gets fried, this week he fired her Don’t ever get married to a secret admirer Servant who worked in taverns, he hardly knew her Known opposer but did propose to party poopers A sceptre-wielding spectre commands respect Through divorces, some discover life’s an unplanned expense Loves groups who put some thought into how their bars laced Coteries who drop esoteric songs like Czarface Finders keepers but he found one fair-weather friend Who ignores every signore once their cheddar ends and scares better men

[Chorus: Angelika_belle] For once, I put me first I’m on the line this time I’ll keep me satisfied It’s time you recognize That I don’t need you for nothing See the times have changed, they’re floating I, I don’t… [Verse 1: Plasthic Slash] Flights unplanned, bikes on hand, miles on land No man is an island even on the Isle of Man Old memory card took him down memory lane To when he rejected medicine like Emily Jane And chose to emcee, he’s been ill a long time Skilled with strong lines still he’s unsigned His decisions bring a thrill like gun crimes With religion, they tried to kill his young mind Bump his tapes or you’s a shallow one with a grudge Even his mum slept on him, let Solomon be the judge Some chaff fed to his fans, it’s all sweet cause they Buried their heads in the sand, blind to his feet of clay Companionship is overrated, quote unquote Build friendships or burn bridges, whatever floats your boat His babe’s paper’s large fam, stays at Parkland And got an ass fit for a freak show like Sarah Bartmann [Chorus: Angelika_belle] For once, I put me first I’m on the line this time I’ll keep me satisfied It’s time you recognize That I don’t need you for nothing See the times have changed, they’re floating I, I don’t… [Verse 2: MC Lace] Its like mind over matter, food on a platter Chop it up what's the next Sepp, nigga blatter. Mountaineering through the Swiss Alpine Slash said no first person references, I'll pine Check it out, playboy don't wreck it out Fuck so may hoes they call him the wrecking ball He just trying overcome prostate, the wrecking ball Testicular cancer, mobilising MAMSER Wicked like IBB in '87 or Buhari in '85 Just tryna stay alive Deep dive in the beehive on a daily Sleep drive and the revive on a daily Levi jeans too cool? He Isreali Can't fuck with these niggaz from Nnewi Reason why they killed Tupac? Makavelli The root of all evil is jealousy and envy [Chorus: Angelika_belle] For once, I put me first I’m on the line this time I’ll keep me satisfied It’s time you recognize That I don’t need you for nothing See the times have changed, they’re floating For once, I put me first I’m on the line this time I’ll keep me satisfied It’s time you recognize That I don’t need you for nothing See the times have changed, they’re floating I, I don’t…

[Chorus] The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on [Verse 1] Discography, smorgasbord of lyrical styles Cisco-savvy, poor password for critical files Grave mistake, chose to bury his head in the sand Prayed with faith and raised the stakes, lead in his hand Phantom dojos get banned and random photos get scanned Expression like an abandoned Peugeot, deadpan All rhymes conform, solves crime for fun Mercedes lorry full of contraband, call 911 He ain’t the sorta hippy that calumnies bug Walked barefoot, Amichi to Arondizuogu Lump sum for madman, he can build highways Bumped Son Of Adam, began to feel irie Honest to God truth? He’s a daredevil Ethnolinguistic mystic that blares metal Colleens in his locale wanna marry Aubrey online Rather than writers block, a gallimaufry of rhymes [Chorus] The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on [Verse 2] When he snaps, no cheese, it’s forensic photography Prick wey too show dey show himself, authentic pornography Hold your spouses tight, he’s a wife magnet In the same boat as him? You got no life jacket Say he way too old and too godly for twerks Playful soul with a huge body of work Got a glock fi loose ends, shines, noctilucence Penny for his thoughts? He’ll quickly drop his two cents Let’s talk of the schemes, he’s harnessing currently Had the rub of the green, now caressing currency Locked in studying doctrines of Ubiquitarians Raps out of the world, best to group him with aliens Scaled a ditch to bail the rich, is that fair play? Email his bitch an attachment on a bad hair day? Put down his spouse from jail, put up his house for sale Arrested development but he’s out on bail [Chorus] The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on The gods keep strolling, trolling, rolling on

[Verse 1] He might duck it quite sudden, try Budden Habadasher who always push the right button Bright glutton, likes mutton, ask his mama Alcohol then Panadol the katzenjammer The livewire lights kaya, drive-by ya The burning question is, what caused the wildfire? A radiographer and a crazy old rapper Dress like Bonny royals, they be so dapper The inaudible’s deplorable, rather write An albumful of illaudable blatherskite Cold on mics, soul on ice like Ras Kass Was bummy now swimming in money, he splash cash Hooked on proses, check what the dude composes Despise ghostwritten verses like the Books of Moses His sister’s monkeying around in a Banana republic Playing songs on a deck that her mama refurbished [Hook] Delightful disciple since high school His rivals recycle his haikus Shoots rifles, suicidal would like to invite you this night to his recital [Verse 2] The great king daydreams of Beijing slay queens Ask your new bitches whose plaything they’ve been Stunted, his wife taunted, his life hunted Lost a small fortune in a Fortune 500 But what he got out a stranger’s house na tenfold Chase greenbacks like Danger Mouse and Penfold He drop bombs, your pen fold like pen knives Curiosity killed the cat, it used to have ten lives Never too relaxed, clever dude with raps His wingman scores chickens, that’s another feather to his cap A yes man who nevers take no for an answer Blessed fam, you better make dough from enhancers Migration, the right nation, gyration Only time he gave his life to Christ, libation Threatened his daughter, cash cow heading to slaughter Burned bridges now career’s dead in the water [Hook] Delightful disciple since high school His rivals recycle his haikus Shoots rifles, suicidal would like to invite you this night to his recital

[Verse 1] He snatched victory from the jaws of defeat Escaped by the skin of his teeth, free from the wars on the street That killed scores of his peeps, indeed it’s giving him some trouble Delusional laundryman, living in a bubble Significant other is rounding up college Peeps throw coins at her, fountain of knowledge "Have nothing to do with him, he’ll get jailed" But she threw caution to the wind and set sail Rickety love boat with the sickest of thugs known Fidgety, snub-nosed, got tickets to all shows Spend the whole day with friends and Coldplay Plenty roads paved, didn’t mend his old ways His vocals is even greater, should be singing a hook But his focus, illegal paper till they bring him to book Chasing decimals till the point of no return Drug money not companies he’ll join and slowly earn [Verse 2] Crooked cops are hard now, they gon’ hustle who they can Never lets his guard down, no Apostle Suleiman Ill on the beat plus real on the streets and in a vest Steel up and squeeze to kill off the beef like rinderpest Nigga rest, dude attends weddings uncouth Mom would stress it, formal dressing ain’t his strong suit They told him find a new chick, love triangle quick No doubt, he got that moolah like Bayern Munich But he stayed true, issues? Talks to mitigate Hair ruffled? Kerfuffle, she loves to titivate Began to call her friends a bunch of hags When she started hanging at the gym, she became his punching bag His iron fists in velvet gloves ripple flesh The baba’s here for the long run like Tirunesh Before the Notre Dame caught fire, she had a hunch One man’s meat, his woman’s poison, she packed his lunch