I’m back at it/ mic merciless
Mr. Mediterranean/ rip stages apart flowing titanium
Teknician volume 3 my thoughts bother me
Cause it touches these kids like sodomy
So sadistic I don’t have to talk about dancing bi***es
When I’m spitting romantic scriptures
Why am I so damn malicious/ killing mics
The man is vicious/ black male demanding pictures
Amateurs with ammunition/ depiction doesn’t fit description

Demented style is so offensive/ I’m just out of motivation
Wait for you to come back with a new mode of hating
Lil Wayne sold a million well damn that’s some motivation
Is hip hop dead/ if it is I guess that’s the culmination
F*** you if you don’t like what I’m cultivating
Cause I got followers like a cult is waiting
H That Dude/ Big Vibe/ nah f*** that
I’ll Go to Oneonta and unleash the 12 tribes

Hook

Verse 2

All I do is make great songs
If I was a convict/ the whole world would have me feeling like AKON
I got the hippies in the back like rock on
Every lyric in my verse is spot on
Top that these kittens trying to be the top cat
I’m from Brookside so you know I’m a bob cat
That’s why you get ate in no time flat
You f***ing illiterate bastards that can’t read or write
And say they penning some classics
They even got the massa owning their masters
I’m like what a disaster/ but they got whipped and chained
Like sh*** done changed but they shackled in a deal
That controls their brain
But they can’t see the real/ they blinded by fame
Either they should be happy/ or feel ashamed
But all they do is turn cold taking the blame

Verse 3

Then it’s black on black crime again
Look at that we turned hating on each other to another trend
Deep inside I know white people are laughing at them
Us/ people looking like we did it again
So sophisticated flow is intimidating I know
Shine in the Annals/ emcees need one to grow
I’m just in my own lane and no one’s ready to know
I’m a superstar/ do I need Mr. Santos
For me to get handed the mantle
Is it enough for me to damage your damn skull
Well damn it I might do it/ if labels give me the damn pull
Too many lyrics f*** it/ damn you
So I do my own shows/ it’s Lyle Palooza
The Political Den for all you losers
You not welcome you aint ready
You chopped up chumps are confetti