Yeah
I been in the back for a minute
With the back windows tinted
They don't see me but I been around
A Martian on the track, outer limits
Got a 7 digit number, I ain't talkin 'bout the phone now
Hoppin' on the track, I'ma run it
I got the gas and the flame, man, who want it?
A broken amp in this bitch, yea, I'm buzzin'
I don't think you really wanna be among us when it goes down

I been eatin' all the bars, check the waist band
A monster on the mic, this is space jam
At a glance I been lookin like a plain man
But then when I turn the flame on they like, "Aye, damn"
Bitch right, I might
Go flip, this scheme
My shit, too hot
My whip, Christine, aye
Stephen King mixed with Stephen Hawking's on 'em
That's a fuckin' genius, got 'em scared to even talk about 'em, ooh
Always droppin' knowledge in the cadences
Got delivery and flow, double majoring
Came from the bottom I ain't selling out to make a hit
I keep it raw, no artificial flavoring, aye
I roll with skaters, some misfits,