Deep in the city, eating shitty while you sleeping pretty 
Evil exists between your fake smile and your sheepish pity 
I keep it gritty on these streets mean 
And make it hard for these pretty women to keep their sheets clean 
Speak mean of fiends and watch the scene creep 
Lean deep into the cut until my dreams sleep 
Or I sleep on em, it's such a deep problem 
We can't even see the wrong ones, indeed, cause we got em 
We elected em and brought em on ourselves, they keep bombing 
Eating lobster and steak while I bleed and eat ramen 
Wanna beat your sweet mama for the drama and beef 
You dropped on the streets, false belief that you can beat Karma 
Arm a bear, cats bear arms in armchairs 
Tear arms off your throat and get yourself a farm-share 
Rip through every pawn, there's a reason they say all's fair 
In love and war, the season's change what I'm running for 
The forerunner of death and I ignore nothing 
There's more plundering depths, so what's in store, cousin 
Underscore the message, blessed to be the more hunted 
Semaphore for sentimental bores who eat the floors of dungeons 
And the spores of dragons, word up I'm a seventh-level lyric master 
Tune ya ears up so you can hear it faster 
Tom Swifty on the mic, duck, it's a disaster 

Rough raps bubbling up like shampoo 
Trying to dust for a clue about what the fuck's true 
Everyone's a liar, what you gonna do 
But put ya hands up for something brand new 
Talk how you want, chump, puff your bamboo 
Got a nice shallow grave to dump that ass to 
And you can add that dumb fuck Trump to that too 
Now put your hands up for something brand new 

I got a fast-paced flow and I'll leave you behind 
I'm trying to paint pictures for you to see in your mind 
And this ain't for those who be greedy and blind 
I'm trying to make those flows that you need to rewind 
A lot of cats throw blows and want to emcee and rhyme 
But they wack, for sure, with their feeble weak lines 
Mumbling, stumbling, then they bleeding in time 
When a real emcee comes and read them their rights 
You got the right to put the mic the fuck down 
You got the right to not be such a dumb clown 
You got the right to stop fooling suckers who think you the light 
True-to-life writer, you just a biter and they hype you 
Dreams of empire, being called sire, they excite you 
Pass me the fuse, fuck firefighters, I'll ignite you 
Burning and learning, fuck what you earning, and I'm spurning 
Every other emcee, Swifty the crowd delighter 
With that pure undiluted 200-proof music 
Spitting intense relentless rhyming sentences with no repentance 
Later for you losers, of the culture just abusers 
When I'm moving through your unit, genuflect and show respect, bitch 
Lean and I'm mean and I'm clean on the scene 
This is the best rapping you've seen since the Pleistocene 
He got a hemi in him, automatic semi rhythm 
Award-worthy Emmy writtens, drunk and yelling: Let me get em
Rough raps bubbling up like shampoo 
Trying to dust for a clue about what the fuck's true 
Everyone's a liar, what you gonna do 
But put ya hands up for something brand new 
Talk how you want, chump, puff your bamboo 
Got a nice shallow grave to dump that ass to 
And you can add that dumb fuck Trump to that too 
Now put your hands up for something brand new

Bopping down the block with some coke in my coat pocket 
I'm broke but I'm still toking, I'm smoking that potent hobbit leaf 
I believe I'm a be dead and gone before they honor me 
Hypocrisy can be contained in all these peeps' philosophies 
Rocking these flows for generations coming to follow me 
Acknowledging the live emcees that came and paved a spot for me 
Drop your monocle properly, I got a damn monopoly 
The slot machine's a Xerox, it's obvious they trying to copy me 
Probably a problem, we eat ramen and keep silent, be 
Divided by the politicians orchestrating poverty 
Most could say they owed some payments for their college education 
Formulation of indebted citizens still forms the nation 
Common sense is not so common, failure it is not an option 
Rock on top metropolises, bombing clods, no need for caution 
Oftentimes when dropping rhymes, I'm known to shit on top of minds 
Warning: if you got designs, you cannot conquer mine 
I'll leave you lying lupines lying supine 
I do this cause I have to, yo, why do you rhyme 
You should find a new grind, akh, go get your shoeshine box 
My sick crew will line you up, you'll die in due time, boss 
You can't say me and my dude ain't visionary 
Ooh, we scary, fools we bury dig their own graves 
If you understand what true love it can do 
Put your fucking hands up for something brand new 

Rough raps bubbling up like shampoo 
Trying to dust for a clue about what the fuck's true 
Everyone's a liar, what you gonna do 
But put ya hands up for something brand new 
Talk how you want, chump, puff your bamboo 
Got a nice shallow grave to dump that ass to 
And you can add that dumb fuck Trump to that too 
Now put your hands up for something brand new