[Verse 1: Lirica]
Go ahead, step forward, I'll rip your head toward the sky and throw it in the Earth's core
Eventually I'll be in Hip Hop lore but most likely not before
I pa** away, furthermore I'm looked over anyway
I try to explore the lyrical landscape to improve my natural sk**s which is similar to ore
I know I kept y'all waitin', but now I'm demonstratin'
To those who keep hatin', I'll embarra** you worse than a kid caught masturbatin'
Then they'll be complainin', like Mike why'd you have to dis us, it's so degradin'
Every track I breathe on I spit flames so call me Satan
Send you to camp but it's more like the ones that require concentration
I'll give you 5 months in advance of preparation
And I'll still split you in half like the nation before the Emancipation Proclamation
I'll chew up any rapper like I starred on shark week
Bet your money against me and you'll get Paul McCartnied
Got my music on repeat, it's like you're a narc fiend
Except my rhymes are the drug, and it can be sweet like a heart to heart scene
Or violent and obscene like cursing while shoving something sharp in your spleen
Oh sh** Mike, did you lace the weed?
Yeah, I sprinkled cyanide in the green and soaked it in gasoline
By the way, the names Luke, and I ain't so f**ing imaginary!
Sike, I'm not suffering from insanity, I just have some friends no one else cans see
I'll let you be the judge, you think I'm f**in' crazy?
I'm very erratic but ecstatic when I'm rappin and people say I'm Illmatic
And a wack rhyme, if one ever occurs, is sporadic
Slaughtered MC's decompose in my attic
They tried to diagnose me a problematic schizophrenic
So I roasted them without magic
I pulled off a homicide 87 years in the past
You got a problem? I'll come beat your f**ing a**
[Outro: Lirica]
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