[Verse 1: ANTHM]
Survival of the Fittest

And I’m feeling incredibly fit
Meaning you will never be it, uh

Old school, new school segregated
Fuck that, my flow is dedicated
To niggas I gave a tape to but never played it (fuck outta here)
You debated every thug would hate it
And then you heard me on these NY beats and now we blood related
It’s all love like Faizon I stay droppin’ napalm, Bruce Wayne without the cape on
Liaison, studied Prodigy and Raekwon so stay calm
Generational gaps I take on
Days on, and days on end
Spinnin’ them classics that are plastered on my wall
Studying them lyrics till I’m mastering them all
Laughing at ya’ll, when I arrive you gon’ have to withdraw
Damn, I make them pioneers feel brolic
I spit that ill product, let ‘em know the influence they still got it
My iPod’s where my school be at
Memorize a little Kool G Rap
Dedicated to my forefathers
Graduatin’ it with all honours
Valedictorian you know I spit that raw honest appeal
Now I’m re-defining what’s real
2011’s about to be the finest of years
Inevitable, fuck a hypothetical the mic is edible
So when I eat it I render your life forgettable
I’m tryna penetrate the game while they renovate
Never forget it, the aesthetic they can’t eliminate
So I commemorate them MC’s who integrate
That poetry with soul in that music that I’m finna make
And in my head it’s still embedded
Lyrics have made me hyperventilate
Food for thought, wipe the dinner plate
While I flourish, silly motherfuckers check the thermostat
Turning up the furnace while I burn the map
I’m the world’s most thorough, gat squirrel
Borough to borough, gettin’ nuts by the plural
Uh, paying homage that I rap about
Wack niggas, smack ‘em out like in Shaolin slash Staten Isle
Got me actin’ wild, if you wanna swagger jack a style
This ain’t backpack it's Manhattan now
Face me, toe to toe make you rappers vanish
Knock your motherfuckin’ teeth out like Jack ‘O Lanterns
Far from Halloween, shallow dreams of a young knight
Empowered by the check may devour queen
Such a critical distraction
Based on original attraction
Part of my visceral reaction, perhaps when
You hear cats with no skill
You see why I make a mountain out a molehill

Uh, Survival of the Fittest
Uh, Survival of the Fittest
Yeah nigga, Survival of the Fittest
Weak niggas, ain’t survivin’ when I spit this
Gone..