Verse 1:
The mighty magician of brightest decisions
I'm so far gone, see me fly in the distance
Normal ass folks get tired of listening
'Cause what I really preach is the science of spitting
You make an impact, similar to jars cracking
Me, I'm hard blasting, explosions, cars crashing
So if I say that you spit dope bars at it
There's a good chance I'm being so sarcastic
I own a barred casket of hard tactics
Bars massive, just for the smart rap kids
The funny fart raps and from the heart classics
In short: We ain't cut from a similar fabric
I'm human torch, you a charred matchstick
Half man, half amazing, part god, part savage
And I go hard at it
I'm on my '87 Lakers shit, come and go guard Magic
Hook (2x):
Aw yiss!
I know you like it so fresh!
So I'm giving you the dopeness!
No tricks, no Hocus Pocus!
Verse 2:
Untouchable, like the holy ghost on the mic
Flow be gold, told you so, sorry bro, not tonight
If you want the instant flow to go, I just might
Bust out a canned heat, Napoleon Dynamite
I think you don't get what I'm truly spitting
So don't get it confused like a Buddhist Christian
You are Ralph Wiggum, I am Stewie Griffin
Might seem alike but we are truly different
I'm a version 2, upgraded, new edition
I think you should listen and spot what's new and different
I'm equipped with a clever mind, to spit a better rhyme
Last name: Never quit, First name: Letter I
And I'm the type to show my listeners love
If you like what I spit, we bro fisting it up
I'm not here to do some trendy gimmicky stuff
I am different, and I am not giving a fuck
Repeat hook
