| Yeah, Big Chi in the building |
| M80 what it do |
| Rebel Army shit |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of |
| Long before the rap game ever went corporate |
| The first day that my first single dropped |
| With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins |
| It’s awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken |
| Every booth that I walk in, superhero genetically, sellin' out every market |
| Wordsmith, marksman, everybody’s baby-mama target |
| Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion |
| Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean |
| Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis, slashin' throats and crashin' boats, |
| I’m a massive vulture, raps slack |
| Results of murdering the ropes I’m shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal |
| quotes |
| Convincin' folks that I’m God from above and miraculous like the leaders of all |
| the last past classic of codes |
| Some type of shit that make a coward want to settle every beef that we ever had |
| And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more like a bed of nails being impaled, |
| inside of quicksand |
| Expand and it’s wearin' a wristband, ain’t gettin' backstage, slappin' you with |
| my left hand |
| Your nasal passages collapsin', drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, |
| see that it was Tristan |
| Too much sinning now I’m barely existing a hemi transmission that’s stuck in |
| position |
| So a cannon in our cannon is necessary to stop the narcoleptic poison to the |
| pen insurrection like writ van |
| Even if a hater never see me shine bright |
| What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline |
| Walk a fine line, spit a guideline, trick a weird cheery to his own with a pom |
| pom |
| Put you in your place, due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot |
| It’s brutal what I do to a cop, my brain is polluted and I’ll zombie-fuck a |
| bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop |
| I kinda didn’t want to put out another album until I shot out every vowel and |
| alphabetical character |
| That can never damage the word, my plan is a prefered |
| Chino was the sickest spitter in America |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I- |
| I’m a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse, I’m a boss standin' tall as a monolith |
| I’m the author of all that is ominous, I’m a haul off, show you all my dominance |
| Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus |
| Off of my confidence, I’ma raw dog y’all broads from my obelisk |
| After you swallow this dick, I ain’t never callin' y’all, I’m anonymous |
| I hate what the problem is, I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist |
| I write like my life in the end, if I don’t get it in with the pen |
| I’ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is |
| Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live |
| High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus |
| Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus |
| Goddamn I’m good, cigar and beard, goddamn I’m Suge |
| Ask me to get on a track and like a hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would |
| Crook came back with the murder nonsense |
| I murder like I never even heard my conscious |
| Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson |
| Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar |
| Gotta be an actor, not only a factor |
| I’m an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga gettin' richer and richer in a |
| dishonest economy |
| Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster |
| Monster, nigga I said monster |
| Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka |
| Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' |
| his Willy Wonka |
| Conquer any MC that I face, squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize and a |
| wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em |
| Any bullets I ain’t feelin' 'em, I’m reptilian |
| I regenerate, I’m the reason to hate |
| In the game it could change like Caesars |
| I’ll still get my piece of the cake, go Philly when the cheese is at stake |
| Then I’ma leave you the plate, California, I’m the king of the state |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I- |
| Leavin' nothin' but carnage |
| So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless |
| With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments |
| Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints |
| Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace |
| Clippin' the shit of a triple today |
| Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey |
| Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it |
| S with the illy with it |
| That’s when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it |
| Whatever happened to him? In the neck, the milli hit it |
| Chopper hoppin' up and then I’m poppin' a wheelie with it |
| Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ |
| Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for urns, bussin' at me and get it returned |
| Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don’t know the medical term |
| Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot |
| Just killa when the beat drop |
| Nigga with the beat boppin', I don’t be C-walkin' |
| You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot |
| I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott |
| Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop |
| Past the Hen', pass the pen |
| Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again |
| Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in |
| I’m in the zone, I ain’t never known an equal |
| Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people |
| Is it the crime? With the 9, duckin' in the steeple |
| I’m in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I’m evil |
| Sick as Samhain, I’m seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames |
| And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya |
| Bluckin', blam brains, bang on a buster |
| When I spit it, ain’t nobody fuckin' with it |
| Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket |
| But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent) |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, (fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, |
| fuckin' with) I- |
| Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I’m the best |
| The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity buy some X |
| I must’ve comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission |
| like 'Roger that' |
| Like I’m an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battled, smash through |
| astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars |
| Match me for bar for bar, shit I’m on another planet, y’all could latch |
| Where’s the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him |
| Did it all without a major label platform |
| Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard |
| Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb |
| So past to fast forward I’m an unsung hero |
| Hear me on a song and be like homeboy he dope |
| When they see me in person, they be at at a loss for words like Mariah Carey at |
| a New Years Eve show |
| Now please don’t bite the Migos, they warm |
| 90 percent of rappers got the same style now |
| East, west, down south went and had a pow wow |
| Most of 'em decide to bite each other, how the fuck is this allowed now? |
| It’s like I’m stuck up in a outhouse, can’t avoid the shit smell, inhale, |
| chemtrails |
| You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain’t gonna end well |
| Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail |
| Clintel misspelled, move if you don’t wanna get on with the movement |
| Smooth in the booth when it’s moonlit but I will knock a dude out like I’m at a |
| new lip |
| Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face |
| Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades |
| I murder every verse I’m on, in fact, when my verse are done you’s the one |
| sayin' amazin' grace |
| 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name? |
| They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A |
| And I put on for the North and I’m hard to ignore |
| Here’s another 1 bar for the course |
| While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him |
| Better watch your mannerisms, I don’t think you really want a war |
| They call me Rittz bitch! |