Looks don't count better off judg-
I wanna I wanna
I wanna, motherfucker it's my goddamn honor
To eat a sucka mc like a hot lamb doner
Respect rook check dope blind dialectic
Took the perspective of open-minded skeptic
Where your skepticals looks don't count
Better off judgin' by rhymebooks and sheer amounts
And work backwards from there
Angle of attack on a track was like a spear through the clear air
What's your status? It's don status
Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness
Cause we like "villain you must be out your taboggin' noggin it's a horror"
Eatin' mc's like there's no tomorrow starving
Welcome to the club registration
We be waitin right here collectin off our nations revelation
Sensations of latter day saints
Immortalized in black splattered spray paint faint
Ain't live and direct and kept his eye on the game
Like spy-tech
Mic check
Villain get booted out your online school
Student got straight-up a's in divine rule
Quicker than a sleight of hand like "damn"
Telepathy and telekinesis flashin' the Instagram
See what he said lay his wicked ?
From the states to your estate flat ain't that
