Soviet Union born
With a British passport I'm a rapping unicorn
Accent is American, I'm rocking uniform
Zulu Nation jacket, a product of true reform
You should see dude perform, I'm beyond the human form
Got your homies saying
Hell yeah, I'm rooting for him!
Even though the dude is foreign
The way I break bars, it'll help you through the morning
I'm ill; I'm not bragging I'm just keeping you informed
Been given you a warning, 'hind the mic I'm lethal
Picking up on knowledge, then supplying to my people
Words on the pad look like I'm writing down a cheat code
Never less than dope, on arrival, I go beast mode
Rav to a mic like Mike Tyson to an earlobe
People still surprised I'm enticing with just mere flow
If they feeling fear though, catch 'em crying: Weirdo!
Shit, say what you want
When I'm rhyming, I can't hear you
Some people get crossed sometimes, but that's okay
Some people get lost sometimes, and that's okay
Going na na na na, na na na na na na na
Got a job now; still a hippie though
Treat reality like weed, let it hit me slow
Spitting silly flows still, but I really know
I got to get my shit together, got to pop a little better
Squad is squalid
Why you rappers garbage?
Fuck a studio, I'm dropping bars in my apartment
Steez so charming
Head to toe, five-star garments
I talk more shit than I shit, I promise
Some people get crossed sometimes, but that's okay
Some people get lost sometimes, and that's okay
Oi lad, he turned from a wee snake to a big ol' dragon!
A dragon I tell ye!
Ooo boy it's a big ol' dragon I tell ya a dragon
Ahhyaya dragon
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