Y’all Don’t Know

“Oh shit, it’s Kalligraphy”

 

The M-I-C is within my clutches, y’all better learn to what my majesty touches

I cause tragedies to bunches, face y’all like punches

Y’all noodles be my lunches, I got more ziti to munch, kid

Killing rhymes without a doubt like I once did

Times a thousand, the highest fountain

Water-whipping verses the size of massive mountains

Calculate cream, because cheese is what I’m carousin’

A lotta foes waiting for me to lose my shine like an outage

But they’ll be six feet deep for any of those pig feet creeps

Ever get a chance to see me under them, I’m fuckin’ astoundin’

 

Yeah, you don’t know what to say when Kalli shakes the base

Up in your mind giving you mental earthquakes

Watch my words cake up, y’all birds make up

So much shit, just watch the king slay ducks

 

Yo

Moving like Hov in ‘96 and Jesus at thirty-three

Proving to foes that I’ve been speakin’ of perjury

One Mic like God Son’s, Moses even heard of me

Seven dead emcees when my lyrics perform surgery

Bring it back to the top, I’m Jay-Z moving dimes in dirty sheets

Stand ten toes down on six known clowns comin’ round to murder me

But my twelve disciples of Mercury slaughtered all, its perfectly

Measured when you add me as the thirteenth, OutKast shirt burgundy

Out last I heard that my hertz span far enough to hurt these peeps

Hustle and cook competition, but who’s the new perfect G?

Is it Belushi, Bon Scott, nah it’s me, the one who’ll surpass thirty three

 

Yeah, you don’t know what to say when Kalli shakes the base

Up in your mind giving you mental earthquakes

Watch my words cake up, y’all birds make up

So much shit, just watch the king slay ducks

 

I don’t post memes like Goatz and pose like I’m tough, no

I don’t host a team of rodent creeps and get fucked slow

I don’t let some phony teeth go and speak, I’m much mo’

Sophisticated than you dunce bros you think I’m done, so

Imma charge the planet with chariots under railroads with Harriet

Dap up Achilles and use is swords to kill Ischariot

If you tryna come and play with the wondrous great

I’ll get Jove to rain some thunder for your illustrious fate

Call up those who take chumps under their weight and suffocate

Let the Amtrak train-way go a de-rail onto your frail face

Ain’t no place safe when you get in front of my gateway

Of absolute perfection of rhymes not one X-Factor can embrace