Verse 1

The most recognizable
Yeah, yeah/ I heard labels have their eye on you
Foreigners know George Bush wouldn’t spy on you
Must I remind you
A pen, pad, and your John Hancock wouldn’t sign you
Search teams wouldn’t find you
When I make you disappear and uproot your career
Nah little dunny/ yall a little funny
Your little people are talking little money
If it’s not millions/ it don’t make sense to talk dollars and cents
So Let it commence/ until I change my residence
It’s evident that I’m the nicest/ worth duckets but my flow is priceless
Sacrifices to copy my likeness copy my style/ plagiarism couldn’t copy bite Lyle
You not nocturnal/ just a sloppy night owl/ at any hour that I may devour
you coward’s are chicken/ sweet and sour
This the No Affiliation and Vertebrae hour

Hook

We head nodders
Rock harder/ conceited and never modest
I gotta be honest is that what the problem is
I gotta be the greatest
So I don’t deal with you underestimaters

Verse 2

I told them boys I had to cake up
Ring the alarm tell dudes
to wake up
What are you fake or something
This is real my dude
There’s no faker fronting
Wild Lyle- spit it like you hating or something
Strange/ Matter fact I’m crazy and deranged
Suicidal kids can’t even hang
Hit you with both hands
Cause I’m ambidextrous
Dexterity of the words you cannot mess with
I don’t even have to dis nobody
Cause most of the cats that rap/ they is nobody
So don’t come at me/ come back twice as hard
With two big paragraphs to body your squad
And I should mention names but you dudes is lame
You’re not a wild animal you kittens are tame
All they do is bitch, moan, and complain -

Hook

We head nodders
Rock harder/ conceited and never modest
I gotta be honest is that what the problem is
I gotta be the greatest
So I don’t deal with you underestimaters

Bridge

Can’t entertain so they inventing their pain
Whatever’s written the truth is missing
Now that’s cruel submission
Who you kidding

Verse 3

Let it commence/ I’m on the road to platinum status
I gotta be the baddest going after the cabbage
So set in my ways/ that I’m setting the stage
To be sent to the cage
It’s the end of days/ the rhymes are over
Yeah man, I’m rhyming sober
Stand up get back and quick to flip stacks
With words from my notebook in my knapsack
I back pack these rappers and castrate these actors
None of them got balls
I don’t care if you talk to fire fighters
You use a ghost writer/ so how is your flow tighter
Incredible, invincible, phenomenal, what ever nal
I’m on the avenue/ give you sabbatical
Radical impressions/ got majestic connections
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