I wanna, I wanna, I wanna Mother, father, it's my God-given honor To eat a sucker MC like a hot sizzlin' döner Respect, deep check, dope line dialectic Dig the perspective of open minded skeptic Where your skepticals, looks don't count Better off judgin' by rhymebooks and sheer amounts And work backwards from there Angle of attack on the track was like a spear through the clear air What's your status? It's Don status Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness Cause we like: Villain you must be out your toboggin' hoggin, it's a horror Eatin' MCs like there's no tomorrow, starvin' Welcome to the club, registration We be waitin' right here collectin' off of nation's revelations Sensations for latter day saints And more lies than blacks splattered, spray paint, faints Ain't live and direct And kept his eye on the game like spy tech Mic check Villain get booted out your online school Student got straight up A's in divine rule Quicker than a sleight of hand, like, damn Telepathy and telekinesis, faster than Instagram See what he said, laid his wood, get paid is at From the States to your in-state flat Ain't that Yo Taking back my style, ey yo, get yours I've been making beats before you wore drawers Baby diaper having dudes do your chores Giving more than what you had in store Setting up a show and do no tours My props get weight like them B-boys I don't need your co-sign or rewards Just need that check to cash to feed my boy Da-da-da-dey, da-da-da-da-da-dey Ain't nothing else to say, can I please collect my pay Now we talkin' JJ on the beats when I'm spittin' and hawkin' rhymin' While I'm reclinin' in the vocal booth Image with the lies, only know how to speak the truth Never compromise, keep it real, never peek at you Rolling through the jungle, glowing eyes like a kinkajou Ay, my man, Dr. Who Dat on the cool, can I link with you? Only if you really got G.O.D. in your peripheral Had a talk with Yasiin bout the world that we livin' in Beginning to the ending, yo, I keeps it Viberian Viberian experience until my deliverance Can't cut me those steez, man I hide out in the Caribbean I'm like the ghetto Gilligan in Planet of the Apes With nothing but a radio, a mic and a cassette, straight pause tape