A shout-out to Akeem Go Hard Motherfucking Ferguson
I heard the din, it made me want to straight-up just go murderin'
This thinly-lined paper, and baby, it can't escape the
Viciousness of the picturesque images portrayed
By the scribbled mess my hands produce with such finesse, yes!
I'm a limitless lyricist – my pen connects, your ears digest.
My spirit manifests into these endless corridors
Shaped by the music: one beat and four chords.
This ink is burning hot, I'm scratchin' holes into these pages.
When my mouth makes the words, you see my lips just goin' apeshit!
I rap with an ancient spirit – I'm an old soul,
Travellin' at hyper-speed like fucking Han Solo!
Oh no! A Star Wars reference,
But I'm just old and ill enough to pull it off, so check it.
I'm thirsty, I'm about to bounce and binge quick –
I'm not James Brown, but I'll still take you to the bridge, bitch.

They say that nice guys finish last, but you best watch your ass,
Because I'm coming for you, baby, smiling/waving as I pass.
I'll monopolize with manners – hear the clamor of my syllables.
I blow glamorous cannabis and words that make you bend and fold.
It's not about my ego, though I do enjoy strokin' it,
Your lame flow is pussy. I politely blow holes in it.
Miles of Smiles – I keep the hate safe at bay.
So please enjoy these rhymes and have a great fucking day.
Don't give a fuck about the game, just want to prove that I could do it,
Hear “Ohoho shit!” come straight from Ruben.
When I'm cruisin', play this new shit, the police will make no errors, just
Hear it, haul me in and call me then a fucking terrorist.
Homeland hates it – I've got pages full of bombs.
Atomic alphabet – Plutonium-filled phrases in my songs.
So put this CD on repeat, and please turn up these bangin' beats,
And we will slowly set fire to these motherfuckin' streets!


My words are just bullets spraying through this 10-inch glass,
Yes, these lyrics are just spirits causing planes and trains to crash.
When I rap, hear the buildings as they crumble and collapse –
I leave nothing in my path but black frames and metal scraps.
I scratch flames into the backs of these pages, folded tightly,
Neatly, nicely in the pockets of the tights jeans I wear nightly.
When I'm striding, there is lighting, 'cause these pants is on fire!
But don't you dare be fooled, baby, I am not a liar.
I shout the truth from the roof! I will bring this game to ruin!
I will rattle lots of fears, but the ears will still tune in!
And I know you'll get on me and you will spit on me,
But you motherfuckers know you ain't got shit on me!
I will destroy! I will destroy! From nation to nation,
'Cause mainstream rap is bullshit, and destruction's my creation.