This is a song about "Spritiual lyrical miracles"

Thats what i call lyrical invasion.

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Our pinnacle's unthinkable miracles,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Some lyrical bullets,

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

She michael jackson bad

Ima lyrical maniac

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.