[Verse 1]
Positivity present but pressin' my every bu*ton
Will suddenly have you guessin' direction of which I'm comin', like a
Spider monkey, I hide the money from every mummy
Sunny with a 40 percent chance of trance in my tummy
I study abroad, buddy a broad, the lobotomy
Ought to be bodily progenies in maraud
Mirage ma**age collage of inner energy
Of an inner g who's known for throwin' injuries
Sentry of the century, sterilizin' ya manhood
Every verse I serve preserved like a canned good
Tune a rhythm and I'ma k** 'em with venom
Inject it into dey serum, dey see the pharaoh and fear him, now hear him
You artificial, my art official as marriage
In Paris, you perish under the rolling wheels of my carriage
I relish my every merit, so spare it like a fifth tire
A wordsmith who don't mold myth with fire
Open to clothing but holding myself whole
Ambition as a messiah has given me higher hopes
For you squares similar to the pocket inside a waffle
Very hostile when adding fuel to you fossils
Docile apostle, soon to be colossal
Flow carry more disease than a brothel
This is the novel for anyone who grovel
With agony, this strategy for survival
[Hook]
Take notes, my style a breath of fresh air
(Air, air, air, air)
Take notes, envious stares, but I don't really care
(Care, care, care, care)
Take notes, no sleep, now I reach for my pair
(Pair, pair, pair, pair)
Take notes, everybody believing it ain't fair
(Fair, fair, fair, fair)
[Verse 2]
Interlockin' the interlude in the loop, in the mood
To introduce my squad who will squash ya troop
Who stagnant, but claiming they stackin' up on the loot
We still slaves, the big, gold chain is the new noose, uh
Gotta hang it up, we running loose and confused
I'm like Mahatma Ghandi fused with Confucius
Our brothers wanna smother in dank and stank cooches
Wisdom always wins whenever the rank loses
Got you all in check when I bust a rhyme
Serpentines are the reason why I serve the time
They mum as a mime when they set a mine
So I step onto the field and yield to signs
Friend and enemy be intertwined
Like two vines in a tree of the Amazon
Only vibing with the Genuwine
So I demand a nine if you Amanda Bynes
Gotta maneuver through the manure in order to win
I'm too raw, making ya jaw drop into ya chin
Stricken with awe, the law awfully written
Generated my engine, but they pissed in my pistons
Though I continue forward like the position in soccer
With no personal space like a midget inside a locker
But I'm breaking out like a coat of gold over copper
Drive above par, I'm five star with helicopters
[Hook]