Verse 1: Get your pencils and take notes on this lyrical escapade His utensils and his quotes are classified as weapons grade Give him a beat and he’s destined to never hesitate To add another medal and stack it up on his resume The adolescent puts rappers into predicaments In which he proves himself as the only one that’s equivalent The secret weapon who causes the decompression The rappers say their better I say I’ll teach you a lesson Supreme analyst keeping up with his manuscript Sees the canvases then he takes them and causes damages The teenage wonder counted out cause he’s younger Shows his skill by taking beats and tearing them asunder Living proof that a killer can start at any age Given any resource and proves himself on the winning stage Like a junkie I use the beat as a stimulant Chop in tiny increments show these rappers spit insolence (Hook x2): This is evolution personified This game is like the wild they say that only the strong survive Can’t break the cycle you can only hope to qualify Cause when you do this often, it’s easy to think it’s on the fly Verse 2: The rapper who wanted to prove his excellence By showing them the message and why he’s writing his testaments The ever decadent rose up from the sediment Caught the mic and started spitting weapons towards the hesitant He’s just having fun with bars that really pack a punch Practice run brings you back to when you had a sack for lunch I’ll keep on spitting to prove the skill is so cavalier Until you notice that, we’ll, I’m finished I’m done I’m outta here