A Poet's Palaquin floats above an elephant's head
To be as tall as the great Gilgamesh
On this long elephant group pilgrimage
The whole world on the knife's edge, life in the white, blue and red
Daylight interview with Bootleg Kev
Request line 3.0 the new Web, everybody call in
Somebody said buddha jets for Pres regardless
Real niggas still gotta break bread
Similar coloured hearts, slightly different shades of red
Rather collect blank checks than blank stares from my mouthier heirs
In multiple lairs, we still here
We just don't where we gonna land when the smoke clears
The woke laugh at the jokes but still don't prepare
It's a nightmare, I swear karma don't fight fair
Our rights disappeared through internal affairs
Karma is a boomerang flying at night through the air
Strike you as soon as you in the clear, beware
Collect [?], text emojis, you too nosy asking what he told me, nigga
It's still classified, homie
The incredible, real MC
We alright, you all hype
I come correct, I never lost it
Fuck what you heard
The incredible, real MC
We alright, you all hype
I come correct, I never lost it
Fuck what you heard
I'm no scrub, but y'all ain't about to play with me
I don't care if you major league or you made your league your damn self
You gon' stand up straight with me
You take a seat a quarter back out, should have taken me
I came from streets where we take the eager to hammer
They robbing son with the May Robinsons, the miss little slammers
Then I end up with bigger blinkers as big as your grandma
Tell your man don't forget your manners or pick your mans up
Or pick your hands up, for what I have achieved is rhyming be flow water
Study your soda marine biology nigga jellyfishy Octopussy spies
In the presence of a shark still caught on them lines fishing
M-m-m-m-Monsta, Rockness to be exact
Hear you blacked the fuck out like he redacted smut out of legal facts
He just clapped and he can rap, you man's he a wrap
There's a difference, he a rat, I just want the cheese, no trap
The incredible, real MC
We alright, you all hype
I come correct, I never lost it
Fuck what you heard
The incredible, real MC
We alright, you all hype
I come correct, I never lost it
Fuck what you heard
I brave [?] shame and it's the purple penthouse tape
[?] pants sag wave
You vagabond vaginal page, rap niggas you wrote a tampon play
It's clear blue waters wavo
And you can bathe and use soap in my waves and clean your kitty cave
Play the beat should be a city slave
Niggas wanna know what I meant by, "I did God a favour"
I open the face of the Devil with a Hellraiser
And he bled like a Son of Man
Showing his demi-side, spilling Henny and fire
Yo, the pale race of the horses, I was the fifth horseman in the shadows
The ghost of the headless swordsman a holding a barrel
I brought the rusty for fuckery
If niggas want to do you dirty and musty
Bleeding through that towel in your head
I'm so waved up and drippy I changed my rap name to Showerhead
The incredible, real MC
We alright, you all hype
I come correct, I never lost it
Fuck what you heard
The incredible, real MC
We alright, you all hype
I come correct, I never lost it
Fuck what you heard
