[Produced by Chris Noxx]

[Intro]
Lucid dreaming in stereo... I think?
Chinese girl speaks insults and taunts in Chinese language

[Verse 1]
I walked away from the fake shit
I'm back from exile with a style more sacred
I don't make music for you gentiles, face it
You ancient, you basic, complacent
I be in my basement, pacin', patient
Careful with my vocabulary rhyme placement
Words are like surgery on an open heart patient
Exact and precise, every new rhyme, I save another life
No malpractice, for a while I've been at this
All over the atlas up in battle rap clashes
Back pack, beedies and a pocket full of matches
Back when bein' ill and havin' skill was still factors
No swag jackers, no swag period
No sag actors, keepin' it real was real serious
Background check, most rappers are mysterious
Reformation, bitch, y'all been dyin' to hear this!

[Hook]
I am the Alpha, Omega, Creator, The Messiah
The essence, the culture, that set the roof on fire
The B-Boy, the emcee, the DJ on the 1's and 2's
I am the master of disaster, and I will not ever lose
Hurrah!!!!

[Verse 2]
It's time to start the reformation
No limits on the physics of my lyrics' devastation
See I equal MC like the atomic bomb equation
Brain waves emit rays, each phrase sprays radiation
Battle rap, you'll need a Hazmat suit for confrontation
Bow down clown, ya style ain't dope
My style hostile, Tao of Jeet Kune Do
Tao te ching, see I'm supreme with the flow
Above king, supreme being with the glow
Defy law, my intellect too raw
My 3rd eye saw through your blahzay blah
You called them love taps punchlines? Naw, n***a, naw
1 bar will crack your jaw life Krav Maga
I know you never saw a warrior like this before
LIP-C weaponry, I was built for war
Time, time for some action, I ain't sayin' no more!

[Hook]