Holy moly, Lord just show me
A rapper alive who could match my flow see
Y’all are lazy, y’all just mosey
Well buckle the fuck up and get to know me
The one and only Day it’s crazy
The state of Hip-Hop kinda starting to phase me
Fans say it lit and it kinda amaze me
Kinda feels like we all caught in a maze we
Need to wake up, time for action
Time to put the rap back into rapping
Time to bring it back to a work of passion
Time for the muthafuckin rap assassin
Voice just blasting can’t deny it
Everlasting, can’t defy it
A manifestation of ultra-violence
Shine so bright man I’m ultraviolet
You ultra-silent at my appearance
Look in my eyes you can see I’m peerless
There ain’t a way you can fight the fearless
Spark up a flame and ignite your lyrics
Y’all just rap bout cash and gats now
You’re no MC you a label cashcow
You don’t create you just wait to cashout
Day roll the credits and you fade to black now

Let’s work for our betterment
Root out evil elements
What you say is irrelevant
But go ahead keep telling em
That you great when you can’t write
That you hard when you can’t fight
I been working my whole life
To reach up to the starlight
And sometimes it just feels like
We just can’t seem to get it right
Please Lord give us insight
As day fades into night
Where’s that voice from the past?
That started in the days of Grandmaster Flash
I hear these MCs and I have to laugh
In the end they a fad, we the aftermath

Face tattoos, million views
Hear your song and I get confused
Same fucking lyrics I don’t get you dude
Hold up son let me set the mood
Set the facts, lay the chips down
Don’t put your hands up bitch just sit down
Drunk on the mic takin sips of Cristal
Don’t give a fuck what’s on your wrist now
Flip the switch, watch em burn
Fake MCs got a lot to learn
Hold up son, no need to squirm
I’ma put your remains in a platinum urn
Uh, and I’m repping until I die
Uh, and I’m stepping into the light
Uh, and I’m and telling em testify
Uh, but they selling em hella lies
Yeah bring it back to basics
Overload and crash the matrix
Outer orbit now you spacesick
Grant new sight like you just got lasic
Time to face it, game is over
Your style at best is mediocre
Y’all just bunk I’m primo douja
Daybreak bitch I thought I told ya
I’m a soldier, supernova
Send your squad up to Jehovah
Supergod no flaw to show ya
Sayonara good to know ya