Bloo coming through, kill em with every clause
Even if I had wings, I would tear them suckers off
Cuz I don’t need to fly

Okay, I’m back for one more round, why I act so humble now
Y’all standing in my way, well y’all on track to crumble now
You fumble, foul, you bloated up, yeah you got gumbo bowel
And I can’t understand a word you say cuz you just mumble vowels
My towel is dripping blood and sweat, I ain’t clinched the victory yet
Still I’m running laps around you fools, my tongue’s all twisty, bleh
Let’s speed this up a bit, mix a little bit of wit
Into my shhh, let’s see if you can keep up with it
Now I cannot fathom what happened to rapping
We got no more content, it’s just bubble wrapping
You polish and garnish with all of the trappings
But if crap goes in, then what comes out is crap
And I grapple with cattle the adder goes hiss
You cows cannot handle the venom I spit
So full of bull, but let me tell you this
My bladder is full, I’m just taking the piss
This isn’t a diss it’s a challenge
I know that we all got the talent
So let’s show these white commentators that black entertainers can make more than salads
With the words that we put in our bars, yup
You know I always go hard, bruh
That’s why I sing I don’t need any wings
And I still leave these suckers all starstruck

Bloo coming through, kill em with every clause
Even if I had wings, I would tear them suckers off
Cuz I don’t need to fly

Ain’t nobody on my level, y’all are quadrupedal
Crawling peeps who worship folks on pedestals
Cuz you ain’t got no pedigree, you’ll never be
A threat to anyone who’s gunning for the crown
So humble down, the truth is that regrettably
The game ain’t been the same in a minute
There’s a limit to the things that we will deign to stoop to entertain
For it’s finished, before rigor mortis sets in
I’ll do some vivisecting to start a resurrection
So double the volume and triple the flow
Tune up your vocals, high hats let em roll
Hip hop is evolving and that ain’t a problem
We cannot stay frozen, man just let it go
Matter fact, yo, down with the throne
This is some ish that I cannot condone
The game got us chained like a tyrant
We need to break free from these shackles and irons
And let creativity flow, we ain’t got no need for flying
When we standing on the shoulders of some of the greatest giants
I don’t chill with birds, but I will smith words
Call me legend, baby, I’ma flip the kill switch, burn

Bloo coming through, kill em with every clause
Even if I had wings, I would tear them suckers off
Cuz I don’t need to fly