It's showtime You can't give it up Go for it, man ♪ Chasing every frequency that's bad for me They bounce against my skull and every pattern that could baffle me My pace could never change, approximated with the snail's toe Build a different beast or give a fuck just where my tail go Precipice of levitation decreating, gravity, this medicine is set in Wait, can't set a date that's grabbing me I'm ten toes rocking back and forth, no diagnosis Rhyming for the rhyme and check the scene, won't find a motive Pull the mask back You rap cats ain't slick, go find your oil one, Ric Flair This shit's rare and shadowed hollow foils, I'm not dumb Try to play me but the game, Polybius I stuck out on my neck to watch you throw the lamest hissy fit you pissy Get the picture, we can frame it how you want fly It's Birdman in the 90s It's the number one stunner, I could punch your lungs Crush you with the smoke, you got jokes, boy, been at this half my life It goes as deep as pop smoke boys I'm not afraid I think I'm Marshall with his corny ass, life is but a blink, a subtle wink And then these 40s pass That's not a threat Guile's Sonic boom, I'm trying to pop a jet My therapist implores that I forgive, but I do not forget Don't you want to rematch? Don't give up Challenge again