[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] p**y a** b**hes