(Yeah) Signal, 2014
I'm right back in the game
Yeah
Let these rappers fk em'selves, gay orgy
My lip is a gas separator
Spit cold, liquid nitrogen
Cooking Christ cuisine
In hells kitchen
A day without stecks
Itch my palm like chicken pox
Goodbye to old ho's
I'm tired of ex games
Not even my X-box console
Optimism, the virtue dat opens doors
When I'm outta hope
I'm not a star
Look right in my eyes
And I shine like the horoscope, Yo!
Yo 2×
I flow too sick, Uh
My rhymes gotta SS gene
I succumb these emceez
Course I gotta damn thing
I flow older
Taking over like new world order
The industry gotta fracture
I fix it like a chiropracter
Signal always strap
Course I being a real baller
Ball every where like a relay
You like my flow
Just go for replay, no delay
I do this rap thing all day
I flow so hard like my blue balls
Right in the club
These emceez ain't nothin'
Their rhymes full of gabbage
Their music also kept in the recycling bin
Yo, no body does that to me
Course I flow too real like HIV
Uhh! I just laid back for a while
Buh now I'm right back in the game
Like a leap year
Ready to stuck more dough
Into my pants like pubic hairs
Itz Signal, I say so
Keep it locked
Guess whooo!