[Hook x8]
"Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?"

[Verse 1]
Here I go — the lyrical specialist with the prescription
I give you the legal drug addiction, non-fiction
I got the shank to your memory bank
How sharp? Don't be afraid of the dark
Go into the light, you still can't see
It can't be... the historical, metaphorical oracle
Yes! The S — you know the rest, fuck the spellin'
I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, 'cause you don't listen, fool
Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury
Surely, I purely destroy any toy with any game
That's why I never lose, I never play
I sever they style while I maintain mine
Same time, yet differ-rent, mag-nificent
No quest', unless it's the Tribe
So check that vibe twice 'cause I'm nice
Whoever got beef, tell me the price
And I'll raise you a mill, dazed to a kill
Some praise to appeal, never!
Yet, I'm as lyrical as ever

[Hook x6]
"Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" (YEAH!)

[Verse 2]
You wanna start a bout?
Have you thought about consequences?
Sentences, come to your senses, or defenses
'Cause I'm strictly throwin' hits
Knowin' it's unfair, gun here
Take an extra clip 'cause I'm next to flip
Next time, bring in a next rhyme
'Cause I float like dead body, sting like a taser
Sharper than a... laser
Open-heart major surgery, transplant 'cause you have none
Here's one, I dare son — shoot a fair one, that's a real one
Granted, you're now implanted with enough heart to start
But can you manage when I damage your bandage?
And your stitch is open, and your bitch is open
Is she? Something's fishy, I don't like this
When I'm like this, they try to emulate my likeness
Clones, microphones break from my intake
Far phatter, mass matter, glass shatter
Be careful! I got an earful
Listen! I got them lyrics that you're missin'

[Hook x6]
"Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" (YEAH!)

[Verse 3]
You're comin' with your new sound
You never threw down
Why try? Try Muay Thai, yeah, hang em' high in the closet
'Cause it wasn't a good idea
Who should I fear? No one, the son of Jah
Gimme some lah, and I get mystic
Lyrics this thick, got weight
You're not great, you're not good
I shot wood, put you out your misery
History in the makin'
Fuckin' with a crazy Jamaican
See, Spanish, 'cause they vanish when I brandish
I got a hair trigga
Yeah, nigga, I'm goin' hay wire
May fire, might not, but it's white hot
And with the right flow, the shit might blow
So evacuate 'cause I detonate
Leavin' ash, don't even ask
Feel the blast, fast!
I know you won't last, but you can still try
Somebody want lyrics? Then come see the eye

[Hook x8]
"Lyrics? Somebody want lyrics?" (YEAH!)