We'll be right back.
These other rappers simply can't match the flow.
They incapable, incomparable, incompatible.
It's inconceivable.
This *'s hysterical, laughable.
They can't come close.
They average Joe while masterful.
A whole other animal.
To me, it's natural.
To them, it's unimaginable.
Hop down my rabbit hole.
I ride first, laugh to go.
No sabbatical.
Me leave rap alone.
That's unfathomable.
I'm too maniacal.
Mike to the sky like Lionel.
Yes, that's an 80s reference.
I don't mess with that.
We boo on Netflix.
Do you, do you, me, I'ma do me.
Run phenomenally.
Midnight Marauder to beat.
So-called heat ain't no robber to me.
Come on, please, I'm gobbling audible treats.
* is nodder to me.
Bon appetit, and then it's hasta la vie.
Come on, Chris, don't toss me the keys.
I got daughters to teach.
Dropping knowledge on beats.
Best belief, Papa, go breach.
Take a walk on the beach.
Spark some marvelous trees.
Blow a fat cloud.
Invent a new rap style.
Hit the hay field.
Milk a cash.
Cow, then I black out.
Let it blast wild.
No looking back now.
Look, you'll let the beat keep rocking.
Somebody bring raw jars and brew that.
Fly customer, coolest ice road trucker.
That's a bad motherfucker now.
Brew that.
Chef Azar, I'm a cover.
That's the pride of Augustana.
Can't be no other now.
Call my name, I'll break your heart.
Y'all know what I came for.
Y'all Bush League, a little Bambino.
I'm Dick Jeter.
Let's play for.
Rob Peter, just to pay Paul.
Fresh pep, need us.
Take them all.
Y'all motherfuckers better have my money.
I'll be the same.
Same thing tomorrow.
All I spit is lingo.
Number hits, each you roll.
Y'all D-sucks on these nuts.
I lay it up on your finger rolls.
Y'all want beef?
Y'all got beef.
This here my bistro.
I feast on MCs.
Y'all won't see me go beast mode.
That bridge, y'all.
I creep slow.
Sip on my drink slow.
That gin juice.
That Grey Goose.
That hazel.
That grease, though.
Sprinkled in.
A little whip, a wheel chamber thin.
Chain janker thin.
Keep my whip up in the hangar, man.
Dick dangling.
King Kong up in Legoland.
My whole clique.
Holla, banga, bang.
Bitch, I'm Mega Man.
Straight up bars.
Attach this mic to my arm.
Attack the cypher with the fire of a hydrogen bomb.
That's hot sauce.
Rhyme from beyond.
Raw jars.
Don't stop your across.
This humanoid slipped through the board.
Came back with a voice like a troubadour.
Now if you support the hot music or got bruised to pour me.
Yo, who's your boy?
Hit it on the one.
Drop it on the two.
You know where we're from.
You know what we do.
Bloodshot.
Raw jars.
Hold it there at all costs.
Set it off.
Collect props.
We pop it off with hot sauce.
Drop it on the one.
Hit it on the two.
You know where we're from.
You know what we do.
Raw jars.
Bloodshot.
Tell Karen.
Call the cops.
We about to lock down the spot.
And rock that real hip hop.
What's up?
Rhyme from beyond.
Rhyme from beyond.
Rhyme from beyond.