[TyRaiD]
I am your Hendrix! I AM YOUR HENDRIX!!
(You are the guitar!!)

The beat is my fire!
Da da da daaa nanananananaaa x3

Uh uh uh uh.. uh uh

Sire is my title, I require you to kneel/
Outshined is how you're liable to feel/
Rival artists' desire for survival's unfulfilled/
As far as cyphers, I'm the rhymin' darker, Fire Marshall Bill, it's why I am offered deals/
‘Tho subsequently "turn down services"/
Like hotel custodial servants that's slavin over minimal wage with work permits/
You've never heard of this sort of malnourishment, unbridled fervor/
Circumventing deterrents, impervious I'm determined to/
Turn my Honda Accord to Bahama Resorts/
Perpetually spending checks ON APARTMENT PROPERTY'S NOT FOR ME, BOY!/
WATCH FOR DECOYS!! HIP HOP, THEY EXPLOIT, IT'S GOT ME ANNOYED!!/
YOUR ART IS A POOR AND OBVIOUS CHOICE, NOT TO BE COY!! but uh/
They can't stand it, I'm a damn savage/
I get it crackin' like the whip on "vwananaaaaaaa, Jack Bandit"/
Crash landed on a planet full of rachets/
Where the alpha males are branded by their swagger/
Generic tats and status as a rapper/
Their lackin’ of romantic interaction, a sacrilege to African Diaspora/
Same clichés as usual, you "emcee's of the hour" are pathetically delusional.. Kenny FUCKIN POWERS!! /
You dudes isn't nice/
My flow's a dirtier Fukushima Pipes, you ain't a shooter, you're the studious type/
How you provin’ you're accruing gratuitous loot/
For "movin’ the white" at a lucrative price/
Or "screwin’ a slew of groupies as fly as a stewardess' life"/
"Fake it 'til you make it" 's stupid advice, YOU LOSERS CAN KISS MY GLUTEUS, TWICE!!/
AVERAGE JOE, CAP OVER MY NAPPY FRO!!/
YOU RAPPERS ARE LIKE CASSEROLE'S. I'M FAMISHED, SO YOU HAVE TO GO!!/
IF YOU'RE A RAPPER (Let It Go!)/
"My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable"/
I'm back SPINNIN’ ON A BED OF COALS!!/
Pain and Anger, disdain and danger.as gifted as a Baby's Manger/
Naturalist on the Mic, I should've became an Anchor/
My scar's prevalent/
Should be chillin in a spa, with a cigar, watchin’ TV like "C'mon Pelican!" (OKAY!) /
I'm.. sick as the floor in the medical ward/
Swingin’ the General's sword, no sense in defending your fort/
The hell did you tell to conform and bare no intelligent form?/
I'll never neglect my supporter's mental development for a check! /
Welcome to Jumanji.. Lions, Tigers, and Snakes/
The Deeper I get in this music biz, the higher the stakes/