[Verse 1]

It’s V-i-r-t-u-o-s-o
Let’s go man, hand over the escrow
Like presto then your heart pound cause your chest know
?
Sniper scope buck em down with a spiteful flow
You’re hyper no don’t fuck with the titans dough
They know I’m coming, start locking doors
Cause my flow is gonna blow like Boston George
I rock the ? cold flow freezing the jet stream
Spit so hot whole oceans will get steamed
Wipe out marine life, machine like Starscream fight
Your whole team bite, they styling half and laugh
Cause it’s unbelievable you ask ? to walk the violent path
It’s inconceivable when I’m striking that you’ll survive the wrath
Sometimes I ask why is the whole world strewn with peons
Then I remember they’re weak meat for me to feed on
For eons we on the top of the food chain
Like Steve Martin I’m the man with two brains
Double-headed dragon I guzzle flagons on butane
Increase the murder rate when I regurgitate and spew flames
Tackle a few trains, dropkick some airplanes
Fight and rage against the tidal waves still isn’t fair game
I got the upper hand on earthquakes that crush the land
Basically big Virtuoso is the fucking man

[Chorus]

Real hip hop shit, the hypnotic
Mind control when I drop the rhyme and flow
So let’s go, it’s Virtuoso
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso

It’s the real hip hop shit, the hypnotic
Mind control when I drop the rhyme and flow
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso

Real hip hop shit, the hypnotic

[Verse 2]

Yo, when you see a I-R between the V and T
With U-O-S-O on the e-n-d
That means y’all better run like DMC
Before you in an ambulance with the EMTs
Your music’s factory-made like CNC
My crew’s spitting nutrition like VNC
Faggot rappers roleplaying like D&D
? the only time you ?
But we about business like PMD
I got a flow made to blow like TNT
We kick in the doors like a B&E
So what I’m spitting get distributed by BMG
See, we lifers where the street corner ciphers
And mics in front of 30,000 we put the heat to you biters
In the jungles we tigers I was born with stripes
The earth stops spinning when we perform with mics
I’m sworn to fight with every breath in my chest
Cause if you’re born in life then your destiny’s death
And if it’s on your mic see where the weapon is kept
So forget wrong or right, wear a vest on your chest
Yes, that’s an invitation to war for y’all cats
Look we off the hook and they shook to call back
After all that y’all faggots gonna fall back
I hear your mouth running son but where the fuck your balls at?

[Chorus]

Real hip hop shit, the hypnotic
Mind control when I drop the rhyme and flow
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso

Real hip hop shit, the hypnotic
Mind control when I drop the rhyme and flow
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso
Let’s go, it’s Virtuoso

Real hip hop shit, the hypnotic