I rode here from Camelot
Took the head off Sir Lancelot
My mind is such a paradox
Ran at Mach 10 with the Flash always rolling and recording
To put your body in a box like a Camera shot
But tell me who ran with him?
Try running the streets dodging bullets Mr. Anderson
But that ain't right
Why you all about the paper Michael, Andy and Dwight
I'm the big bad wolf with a lot of piggies in sight
We could fry up some beef so you know I'm good for a fight
Ill make sure these Pigs never go HAM again
Have a 6 Day War like the Israelites
So pick a fight
And I'll pick the ring
Ain't get the message cause
I ain't texting
I'm the next best thing
Since the rest lost talent
I'm coming to collect those running outta balance
Anytime I get a grip its with my talons
Flying off the handle
Quiditch scrimmage matches
My flow Mean. Your flow Average
My Mode is so fine
I'm straight
Who's my cosign?
Funny how the Land of the Free keep marketing me
Pay taxes so we could walk on the street
Then stay off the street
Never had a harder critique
Wishing I can have the staff who been parting the seas
Slam it down screaming I'm as hard as can be
Y'all should treat me like Thor and start Marveling me
Half thunder-half lightning but you still get the full shock
Laying down the hammer low-key (Loki) raise the roof top
Ahh damn, who that kid? He hot
I'm King of the Jungle swinging from the tree tops
I'm what Hip Hop needs this flow is detox
All you hear is baddap dap dap
Like a Doo-Op
So lets get this garbage out the system
Its not too hard all you need is a little wisdom
So next time you hear a really stupid dumb rap
Give a standing ovation and let those guns clap