[Intro]
Now, tell me the exact details of what you saw. Came from a plate of chemical phenomenon. Where have been sat up until now? The scientist should not talk until positive. For the times we cannot wait to be positive. From the bottom of the fake of the human race
[Verse 1]
A exotic is the tropical, storm-chasing up your optical
Audio hurricane impossible, arsonist, esophageal tonsillitis
Rhymes so sick, I give the mic meningitis
Like hemp on papyrus, you could twist this or smoke this
Bag it up cause it was dope when I wrote it
Blackmagic focus, 4K vision
Fifth dimension, fuck your high-definition
The technician of these analogue villains
Known to manifesto, magnetic, presto
Spinach with the egg white, don't forget the pesto
Lay it on ciabatta, it ain't a rapper hotter
I'm the whole enchilada, plus the chimichanga
Give me ganja, champagne, shrimp and lobster
I'm a monster, mobster, keep the party bonkers
Like Conan, I conquer, you step up, I stomp you
[Hook]
You don't want trouble with a man like me
Patrol, my eye hooked where my hand should be
You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver
They call me the problem-solver
You don't want trouble with a man like me
Patrol, my eye hooked where my hand should be
You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver
They call me the problem-solver
[Verse 2]
I could be fire to the filament, symphonies of energy
Power from the pulsars, reaching thorough infinity
Dilated pupils, preaching my curriculum
Rapid eyes move to the beat of my soliloquy
I could be the atom bomb detonating in the eve
Radiating truth and light, soaking into everything
Pushing out my particles, steam drifting in the breeze
Water for the thirsty art and for the heart to breathe
Food for a hungry mind, fire for the tumbleweeds
Love for the sacred sound, hope for a dying breed
Bouncing off the satellites, soaking truth into the seeds
I can make 'em grow, elevate to new degree
But there's a dark matter scattered over everything
Chipping at the icebergs, choking out the evergreens
We losing power, walking the final hour
Wet sands full of fresh depths left in a mystery
Somebody break the blinds, I'm waiting on the windowsill
The people never see the signs, never have, never will
No composure, they fold from exposure
The shadows where the cowards hide and shining brightest for the king
[Hook]
You don't want trouble with a man like me
Patrol, my eye hooked where my hand should be
You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver
They call me the problem-solver
You don't want trouble with a man like me
Patrol, my eye hooked where my hand should be
You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver
They call me the problem-solver
[Verse 3]
I ignite the night sky like the 4th of July
Get fried like fish talking shit, your wish to die supplied the potent
Flow is the dopest, pit bull ferocious
I stay focused, I'm the street's last poet
Conscious of the magnum opus
I'm so qualified, doubt quantified cause my ambition quantized
It's rap homicide, guardian of the galaxy
So dastardly because you bastards are wack to me
Rap is like crack to me, tracks like a pack to me
Flip it so quick, connects can't get back to me
Actually, the feds want to capture me for talking revolution
Crushing the institution with lyrical distribution
The pay is retribution, write rhymes on the constitution because I'm a nuisance, politically
Yet they acclaim me so critically, they can't stop me until they alter me chemically
That's why I wrote my own, hold the phone
Phonicks, we running, no tail chief to grab us on
While I pilot these lyrical drones to kill the clones
Fly the flag, skull and bones, with a pocket full of stones
[Hook]
You don't want trouble with a man like me
Patrol, my eye hooked where my hand should be
You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver
They call me the problem-solver
You don't want trouble with a man like me
Patrol, my eye hooked where my hand should be
You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver
They call me the problem-solver
