Hey, you, get off my cloud Bitch, say my name, I came to throw down Better get that shit right, get it right now If you lame then you can’t replicate my sound It’s a new era, it’s a brand new day And they don’t wanna listen to a thing you say I came to cause terror and tear up the place Crack the cigar, put some gas in the tank Rattling your bones when you hear my tone switch I’m grabbing on your throat, hold it in my closed fist Your broke ass crying, always on some hoe shit I see you eyeing up my throne, but I’m in my zone bitch If fools wanna sweat it, then cool, rev your engines I’m lapping 'em immediately, teaching 'em a lesson I’m no professor, but yes I’m professing I’ll bring them to school and then issue detentions I put a fence in, one you can’t get across Big Jarv coming from the land of the lost Yeah, I’m a boss, disagree and you tripping I get it hot, burn 5th degree, skin dripping I’m a dragon, you lames stay dragging ass I set flame to the stage, create rubble and ash Your dame caught her a cab and came back to the pad She sang a note shattering panes of stained glass I’ll break her in half when I’m doin this thing Skinny ass dude with a rubenesque queen Who can that be knock knocking on the door? It’s me and with MCs I’ll be mopping the floor Breaking news; it’s the new Godzilla A lightning-breathing titan and a Heineken swiller Makin a pimp cane from a White House pillar and a fur coat out of a million chinchillas Spilling in and out of dive bars of New York A young OG finally achieving his true form Been an old head since the age of ten Get the **** off my lawn, I ain’t tryina make friends I don’t like trends, I don’t like much Wack rappers use high fashion as a crutch I survive in the trenches, alive in the mud My grind’s Independent and yet I’m on the Krux Bustin with the force of world war 3 Each verse like an atom bomb bursting on the beat I’ll roam earth alone until the end of my days And the planet can finally move on to the next phase Explain why the next best must get slain While I get brain from just a text exchange Remember your ex? Press play See her thick flesh stretched on my bed spread, splayed Checkmate, who woulda guessed sex paid? She exclaimed, "Yes" and next beckoned my name I reckon it makes sense expressing regular thanks So I left the skank limping like catching a leg sprain I got my machete, cutting through the red tape Play the cassette and then get your tape deck replaced The apex of style and grace is where I stay **** biting your wack rhyme, I’m hi-jacking a plane Flying through the Bermuda Triangle, trying to enter an- Alternate dimension, altering my position It isn’t that efficient wishing to witness a different image Shine a light through the prism of the Trilateral Commission That’s Illuminati confirmed, truly not a concern Solar flare, polar caps, tsunami to sunburn Your liberal and conservative affiliations ain’t gonna make a difference Helping you keep your food and water conserved Drink it up; Quit thinking, you think enough Go to your room start gooning and stink it up Fart in your pillow then smell it I got the heart of a part time felon, “Are you gellin?” No I’m jelqing, so tell your mom to make a pit stop I’m pissed off, feeling like Clark W. Griswald **** a boss, I got W riz y’all Take a video of your bidussy for your tik tok You dumb ****s, I’m on your block swinging nunchucks Every time I rolled a blunt, I was like, "This blunt sucks" I couldn’t roll 'em well, but I still tried Smiling in the face of adversity made me feel pride Here I am again; I got these amateurs panicking Keep hugging my nuts and I'ma fill you up a ramekin I played Amanda Lynn’s pussy like a mandolin I just made that shit up, I’m feeling like the man again It’s tough managing my thought crime in tandem with- The pressure to venture into the dark side like Anikan Ain’t got your hands up? You must be a manikin I might as well go to China and try rhyming in mandarin or cantonese I’ll get 'em jumping like a trampoline Switch up and still crush like Brady with a Tampa team Lay Lady Lay in the front trunk of the Lamborghin The man is dirty but his hands are clean As wild as it seems I’m chilling Till I drive 95 into the side of a building When I die, I’ll be haunting all the nice women I'll hit it and go ghost, I’m poltergeist pimping Dolemite spitting to the vinyl plate spinning on the tech 12 Flip the drum break and set sail I spread sheets like excel Tell Allison Bechdel my cassette passed the test; Sex sells Take cover and duck from the thunderous bust Of the wondrous blunderbuss, sonny run amuck The troublesome, underweight, scrawny mother**** Feeling like the Big Pun if he just had a tummy tuck Class, let me sum it up, this is rap 101