Smokin da smoothest medical they say the way I moves impeccable I use tunes to turn these dudes to vegetables I sound too professional, My pen morph into a sword of plasma old school tools wit futuristic tech in my weapon pool my metaphors awfully shocking they electrical best keep from stepping boy I'll behead a fool, time to hulk out n show em who's incredible, wit my strength I'll easily reach measure considerably immeasurable, mentally wrecking groups of intellectualls Yo when I am gone don't call my fams don't dial my phone cause ima be how I am right now otherwords I might die alone Sick of playing games yeah lifes my coach Fucc a lyin ho, I'd like to hold a microphone, use pyro flow set fire on an entire song yes I admire smoke napalm made in my own home fusin gas wit Styrofoam Why should I drop nuke bombs on these ant hills after i done stomped da boot on em and dropped an anvil another piece of garbage belonging to a landfill Don't mess wit Trav best you be cautious step on back fo I blow up like a meth lab Power infinite like the Teseract Trav a misfit (loki) low key a constant cause of mischief lyrical telepath technician, soon as it's my name ya dissin You'll take an L before it get mentioned Yall already on my hitlist aint see my strikes were preemptive Rap Real relentless don't attempt this Trav skills n potential limitless just built a bit different Orphan sashimi on my plate dat ain't deep enough Sipping tears of angels wit some demons blood, got It mixed up with this liquor dat be in my cup Death before dishonor mafia boss cut my wrists n throat before suffering loss Like I'd rather freeze to death n burn in hell after, I mean weather where I can see my breath reawaken wit my soul hurting from thermal shock, screaming what the hell happened I'd rather lightening strike upon me twice while I'm riding a bike flying a kite after being stabbed in the eye by a gliding butterfly knife reawaken in a sleeper cell just retrieve the blade from my eye n fuck up my mattress I'd rather pop pills in downtown Jonesboro, overdose til I throw myself into a comatose, cause I can't decide between a Popeyes sandwich or a goddam Kentucky fried basket See for as long as i breathe, in my city im slept on, least till I step on, some weak rapper neckbone they'll catch TI nostalgia leave careers dead n gone, If it's beef let's make it a roast, I settle those, the very moment you think to diss me let it be said in stone when I make my name forever known ill make sure yours will never grow, severing several heads, message for my foes I'll disconnect a bro, Bro become irrelevant as corded telephones my brain more modern tech steady cellular growth, Busted pipes happens if you let the pressure flow Let a rapper say sum craY shit of my southern lisp tell em get in ya lane spit in ya face as you girl suckin mclovin this dick for days choking till her vision fades