Vers 1
Top of the food chain, devourin´ the competition,
abort mission cause it´s the bomb like nuclear fission.
To go against an arsonist, now that´s a bad decision,
cause they steadily droppin´ shit like a flock of pigeons.
So listen as I paddle up your ear canals, torrential
waters on instrumentals, feedin´ you vitamins and all essentials.
Potential´s monumental when it comes to hip-hop,
makin´ a terror stop is like holdin´ back a triceratops
Our ratios replacin´ those, wannabes you´re facing pros.
Screamin´ ´bout your drugs, money, violence and fellatios.
Stereotypes got you blind like Venetian.
This bullshit they speakin´s causing o-zone depletion.
Delivery upon completion, we´re civilized like the Phoenecians,
but won´t hesitate, commence deletion!
I hit backspace and you´re gone with a second:
My clarity´s beyond when I stay mic checkin´

Refrain (2x)
So tell me who´s known for rockin´ the mic (mic, mic, mic)
Settin´ fires, blazin´ all stages in sight (right)
Leave it to the MC holdin´ the crowd you must admit:
You didn´t know but now you know, hip-hop´s the shit!
 
Vers 2
And I ain´t callin´ it quits cause lyrically I stay fit, tight-knit,
Requirements to battle first-aid kits.
Spit gigabits of wits, puttin´ niggaz to shame,
Y´all didn´t listen when Spike Lee told you ´I Got Game´
I´m diplomatically immune to these buffoons,
Dwell in my cocoon in the cut like DJ Typhoon.
Stay tuned, the creature from The Black Lagoon´s comin´ soon.
Cold like the dark side of the moon,
at high noon be ready to face off like Kage and Eminem.
Spit fire, phlegm, and put an end to your problems
I remain dormant till I performin´, to trick opponents,
never disownin´, keepin´ hint of power components.
Menace  to society, you tell my variety.
Let my notoriety to the point that niggas are eyein´ me.
They want my solo part waxed, yes they have contracts
Charged cause they keepin´ me from gettin´ called for my tracks.

Refrain 2x

Vers 3
My power towers like the Eiffel, believe I got the right pull.
My vision is insightful, you look you get an eyeful.
Se-verse Rhy-chology keeps you thinkin´ that you as hot as me,
then snatch your Adams apple, performin´ that tracheotomy.
Follow me if you can cause I remain inventin´
Y´all niggas ´bout to be out of here like Bill Clinton!
Inaugurate the magistrate, number one candidate,
I carry weight like freights when passin´ through those 52 states.
Perfection on the first take while I´m causin´ the worst quakes,
I shift the Earth´s plates, stomp hard and made the first lakes.
The crust breaks, divided into continents,
my prominence is dominance, new common sense.
I free the dense, tense, there´s past present and future.
I sweep through time continuum, channelin´, travellin´
Until I reach the ninth millennium!
Attention all space cadets: hip-hop is the triple threat!
Expanding like the Internet, come and place your bets