Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovo...

You tiny little traitor

Sing and poor, like Malaysia

Cash and slingin' paper

Throw back on the wager

 

Ay, ay, pretty exhaustingly, I'm taking all this heat

Switched styles a bit, now I'm mossing these

Little rappers like call-and-eat, get seated in a restaurant, a seat

But I'm still writing like a sport, like Ron E. Green

But they cannot overweigh, I've astonished me

So as I can leave my booth, I oughta leave

Going on a vultures beat, this is a culture heat

But we just soldiers, these little rappers over-eat

Going over here, piece of this like Papa Johns

Picking this all up, I'm just like a foster mom

But still staying young, I ain't even lost a job

 

You tiny little traitor

Sing and poor, like Malaysia

Cash and slingin' paper

Throw back on the wager

 

Say goodbye to writer's block

Ain't no demons left for me to fight 'em off

But while looking in my sight's a job

I see it, then my life is gone

This in school, it's like honor roll

Riding music like a carnival

This making it look impossible

They say I've watered down, what-are you now?

I've just gotten better, astonished, I'm out

But I don't even go as far to be like Sonic, right now

 

You tiny little traitor

Sing and poor, like Malaysia

Cash and slingin' paper

Throw back on the wager