I guess it's up to
Magic now, picked up the pace, then I sat it down
I thought momentum would mend 'em because I had about
Three weeks to make 'em, these geeks would take him
As the voice of the repulsive, but these feats would break him

In a thousand pieces, but proud to be this fucking ridiculous
Vomits at the thought of his people, tell me who's sick as this
Him? nah, them? nope, - as soon as the pen's groped
I'm writing ahead-of-your-time rhymes that been dope, so

Hook x2
[I sit alone, in my zone, then I'm gone back home
To start a poem, off the dome, maybe on my phone
I've always known, I was prone, to reject my throne
So Im'ma roam, til' I'm thrown the respect I've shown]

Yep, that's what it's come down to
You show the world your humble, and that's reason to clown you
They say that I'm nice, but you don't take the advice
Until I make it enticing, and it seems to astound you

I mean if I found you open-minded, then I'm dying to fill it
This is your brain on me; just let it fry in the skillet
And there's a sick meal, but kids will keep trying to spill it
And live today like it's their last, so I might just fulfill it

Am I right? should I leave them in my sight?
I'm a superhero, shouldn't he kill the villan by night?
I'd like to say that's what I do, fam, judge, jury, and execute, fam
I silence those who oppose him, you're next to mute, bam-

Mer-ass cat, maggot had to slander Mag's facts
Someone hand me a weapon, should be a hammer-past-bat
I'll get to fixing this, - killing the victims, they're all diction-less
Listen to my pictures, I'll teach you what non-fiction is

Hook x2, Bridge, Hook x2