text: Yeah, its hip-hop
  Hip-hop
  Shout out to my pops
  Mike Skies
  And guess what, Im back nigga
  And Im back nigga
  Ill take you back to the 90s, Im a 90s baby
  White Ts and black beanies like Im Slim Shady
  Sipping Mellow Yellow while I feed my dog Jell-O
  She got twelve heads and tryna talk, oh hell no
  Flip the script on hip-hop, now you cant read my words
  Added verbs, now my punctuation curves
  Sitting by the curb eating Nerds while Im feeding birds
  Better swerve or get served
  Boy you aint got the nerve
  I see demons try and take my soul
  I fought a leprechaun just so I could take his gold
  The greatest ever told is really getting old
  These boys nothing but mold around the 
  But check my method, I just perfect it, never neglect it
  You get the message
  My fan base fat like Precious
  I be writing rhymes in school so I dont pay attention
  In detention mind floated to a new dimension
  Hip-hops my medicine, I love to overdose
  Flying coast to coast with the Holy Ghost in a silver boat
  Spent my weekends writing rhymes in my basement
  Now my flow dangerous, Ill leave you in the pavement
  Vamp life so we never sleep at night
  My minds full of parasites
  Is that what you call paradise?
  Dudes be looking shook like a pair of dice
  You claim you dope but these other niggas dont think youre nice
  Middle fingers to the niggas that be hating
  Out here making changes but we aint the ones thats changing
  We steady elevating
  It took some patience
  Now bow down to greatness
  You say your flows sick but honestly its constipated
  Listening to some Big Daddy Kane
  On my way to play basketball with my nigga Blaine
  We aint the same but we think like we got two brains
  Maintain to spit flame, now we bout to reach the fame
  Yeah, Im eating donuts with your mom
  And thats just how it go
  Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
  Shout out to the fat dude that shoots my videos
  I forget your name though
  By the way what up Phil
  Peace to all my nillas, lets go