Yea That could never be me Y'all like the government Cuz you don't use ya mula right I use a mic wit oven mittens truth On stew a slew of rhymes For infiltrated the belly Of the beast I'm a Bake town nigga rising Steadily like yeast Makaveli of the epoch Nicest up in the solar system Rowe dispensed of alien rhymers They pay me in knowledge Rhe stolen wisdom painting the silence With game you applying To go from splitting yo sandwich To Mr. Chow's gulping chicken Joanna Cali nigga bangin on 'Em cuz it's par for the coast Hole in one I loaded Up ya jaws and ya throat While watching the news Wit swastikas strewn Across a wall in a school All man he feelin nausea ensue Makin the belly Of the beast vomit racism Comet graze hit him Now i got some super powers All engraved in I got the key To get up in the matrix Dropped a knot In the mall wearing (Malware) A anti virus stuffed in my chain These niggas out bumping They soup coolers lying Bout what they gon do That could never be me More worried bout fame than taming The belly of the beast they food That could never be me Quit warping yo brain my nigga Get money get paid my nigga More worried bout fame than taming The belly of the beast they food The Nat Turner journal written in blood Never before never since Shit it only was once Kinda the same As the conception of truth Supernatural like Muhammad When he split the moon Jaundice on my wrist and jewels Yellow gem star golden child Is the truth you seen the light Pocket full of hundreds Mental full of deep incite I make acquisitions That could get us more acquisitions Avoiding bail bondsman We got enough bars here Parallel parking the coupe My parking sensors Like my hater sensors Yall get in view, start beepin No pager this ain't 94/this is 24 Don creepin up the block Know I got the fire torch Paint a picture of myself It have at least 9 auras From a dodge neon To a neon aura Everywhere at once You should come And see my portals We not normal I'm'a make the beatbox all you Knock 'em out Hook These niggas out bumping They soup coolers lying Bout what they gon do That could never be me More worried bout fame Than taming the belly Of the beast they food That could never be me Quit warping yo brain my nigga Get money get paid my nigga More worried bout fame Than taming the belly Of the beast they food The rap game without me Is like the Bible without Jesus Or the Koran, written Without Muhammad Ali is Somewhere between Here and my previous life It's wearing off Let me use That on the next song **** that In the meantime That could never be me Ha ha ha ha ha ha That could never be me