skywalkin like darth vader: anakin
slicin off the hands of kin
slashin through abdomens, manhandlin rappers turned mannequins
lackin heads cuz we smashed em in

they sleepin and hollow, spit feces and wallow
with pino collados, feel shitty tomorrow
i'm preachin, they follow, fleetin like swallows
or beezies to condos, i'm skeetin, they swallow

see he know and i know that these hoes gon feel it
regardless of the image that i'm paintin like i'm vincent
van gogh, lyrics on the beat like a canvas
sculptin masterpieces while you playin with ceramics

aimless little bastards tamperin with the fame
fuckin with the game when you're caught up in a flame
me and the crown be one and the same
a zero, nothing, don’t even ask the name

i’m stainless, shameless synchronize and syncopate it
i’m turning my life to art and there’s no squares in a circles painting
so i’m eating cheerios and aiming at recreating
a life cycle till i’m senile, you’ll see i’ll flow

approximately as steady as an unconscious breathe
a blink of an eye or a heart that’s skipping a beat in your chest
so i’m moderately consistent, impressing in every instant
my modes leave impressions like a coltrane disc is spinning

cuz i come from the tradition of my musical namesake
miles it’s not eminem i strive to emulate and even though
i lack the melanin i’m swinging like ellington
and i do go green like gamma charged adrenaline

and then intend to end this farce when i rip rhymes and speak sharp
most rappers are rewarded for representing a half retard
sure they got metaphors, but lose meaning tryna be hard
i could take my pen and swipe it through their hearts like a key card

aimless little bastards tamperin with the fame
fuckin with the game when you're caught up in a flame
me and the crown be one and the same
a zero, nothing, don’t even ask the name

my rhymin is the reason that my signin is in season
and my timing isn't needed cuz i wine and dine and tease em
and my diamonds are not fiction on this precision nixon
wrist watch go tick tock so listen as i rip rock

in hip hop, a pit stop, to bend flows on the solo
dolo, solo, quiero el queso pendejo
while you’re chasing besos i'm countin pesos
stacking euros, and always comin duro, smoking

on a puro, la puchi marihuana if you wanna
mambo conmigo, no es broma de ninguna
forma, cuz i’ll deform ‘ya, in cualquier idioma
that be english, ebonics or español, the games just tryna catch my flow

and my bankroll i play hoes in plainclothes the pain goes
away, whenever i grip a mic, bump beats, or press
play somewhere, someday, someway, somehow
but right now just write down these nice sounds like

peace and love, my mind's above the
clouds floating below the heavens and makin my moms
proud daddy too cuz they told me to do what i
gots’to. so fuck you

aimless little bastards tamperin with the fame
fuckin with the game when you're caught up in a flame
me and the crown be one and the same
a zero, nada, don’t even ask the name