[Verse:]

Who could it be?
The youngun with a passion for the art of speedy verbal delivery and I’m glued to the beat
Dump a thing of acid on my heart and you still wouldn’t get rid of me it is futile, you see?
I’m brutal and mean
Boutta run through your whole team
With a showing of acceleration so impressive that on viewing
It’ll darken the blue of your jeans
I had a bit of a break, now for this I’m back on it
Cosmic, when I vomit, I yak comets
Took into consideration every last comment
To be a better spitter from all of my past content
Did I succeed? You decide
As I try to please the Akuma mind
And you too, Sprite
If I was on UC10, not gonna lie
This dude would cry
At the thought of being added to the roster
That is why I gather up the energy I foster
For a dire situation, the occasion has arisen
Where I let go of the unlimited power that I have at my disposal
And when I get vocal, destruction is global
The continents break while the cities go vacant
The casualty level will always be total
How the hell does he do that?
Ink fresher than a new tat
My mind finds so many rhymes that
The way that I flow is over heads like a doo-rag
I have a Joker persona, so every time I pull an arson on the track, the people never see it coming
Now for all you speed fiends who need me, I’m about to run it
It might’ve been jumping the gun when I was a kid who was happy to rap on a 4th generation iPod touch
But I was inspired by the all the veterans of chopping and I wanted to be seen like them, as such
I developed all the various components of the proper chopper to be one of the illest you ever heard of
Never messing around on the mic and I’m ready for lyrical murder