Verse 1 (Mag.Lo):
Momma can you hear me?
Hellbent on the upper echelon
Since I spawned
And claimed my sentience
Since my woebegone
Mannerism
Sumed to spite, I bite my listful tongue
Settling wise, I stride belligerent
Through your internet
In which I invent
An alternate scent for your neck and wrists
Fuck yo gala bitch
Fuck yo party
Fuck yo customs
Fuck yo artsy
Chopped n' screwed
I'm buddah and dikembe
Yeah we cool but to you dudes I'm sensei
Don't get it misconstrued, no comprehende
Yes I emit the fumes to make your hen say
She wanna *chicken sound* with me, calling me entei
I am fire dog
Known to write my entire songs in my underroos
Ducktape, that's coming soon
Dendin' beats to my niggy Sub
Like quaddy goon's folks prolly do
Await the day I must fain aloof
On some new year party Manhattan roof
With some so and so's who know who is who
You gon know me soon but dude who are you?
Hook (Mag.Lo):
Oh I'm just tearin up the scene, is all?
Oh I just make a little beat, is all?
Oh I just gained a little steam, is all?
I'm riding with my little team, is all?

Verse 2 (Mag.Lo):
Only time I work my wrist is playing guitar solos
And that's more so my finger tips
So there, the more you know
I'm a classic man
I like my hipster chicks in boho
Don't care if they Asian, Icelandic or midnight coco
Shoulda bought the Music Man
I wish I were more vocal
Still I got this Fender Jazz
To play when I get ho-ome
Kagrra booming out my car
Make Florida sound like Tokyo
Dweedy Weeby flow
Easily invisible
3db past feasible
Okii tuna cho mag.lo
No dabloon having ass hoes
Culture vultures preach and crow
Telling me how I should go
N***as doubting my approach
I was born on the cusp
And you sworn to digital
Yeah that's ageist
I be listening to what Sube is sayin
Time is chasin
Hyper Bolic time chamberin
You don't wanna see that n***a super saiyan
He will leave a n***a in the Appalachian's
From a simple bar in his mackanation
You know who we are Technicolor 8-bit
Erry day I thank the lord for my sisters basement
Thanks Uncle Bruce for the box of mixtapes
Bumpin Hot 97 compilations
Learning how to turn complication to inspiration
When n***as wanna play abrasive
Cold case any rapper after a verse
M.A.G. got L.H.C. flow
You gon fuck around get your atoms dispersed
Tuna Lord now new King of the Earth
Hook (Mag.Lo):
Oh I'm just tearin up the scene, is all?
Oh I just make a little beat, is all?
Oh I just gained a little steam, is all?
I'm riding with my little team, is all?

Verse 3 (Merty Shango):
Okay 305
Yes your mouth is moving
But I ain't hearing what you saying boo
The devils underground
But the light will keep raining thru
I could kill Beerus
Fuck whoever training you
And what if Super Saiyan gods
Had gods that’s Super Saiyan too?
I'm so prolific
I'm Jin and Mugen with physics
The sickest fuck your logistics
To doubt me is sacrilegious
I'm actually mad hatted
You sad
I'm smashing your bitches
The past is the past
Pass me that potent
People permissive
Scientific
Bitches I piss in abysses
Then found my dick in your misses
Who missed it
Like fists ain't hitting you you get em?
Diabolic fire spawn
Entei dawg
Meet raiku-son
I'm so outta this world
There bubble boxes in my dialogues
I swear you fucking with a genius
Yeah you goin’ see me
Come to me for allegiance
Tinted doors
Seems seamless?
Till you tripping on drugs
And your wine is the linguist
I done felt all sorts of pain
To get my present point of truth
And how you get your point across
If arrows ain't appointing you
I'm rapping in riddles
The laughter tickles
I drink from goblets
I'm presidential
My pentagon in your girl oval office
Life is such a paradise
I'm lucky from this pair of dice
A pear alike
2 gonads if she pairs them right!
Ok I gotta go
Pass'd 16 bars I think
But I gotta flow
Shout out to mag
Lets put the money in the bag
Taking music over
Throwing rappers in the trash
Shangonator in the stash
Smoking flavors with the hash