[Verse 1]
Ayo, its Jimi Priceless coming back to rap again
No con artist, I commit arson upon you matchstick men
It’s a numbers game, every project I drop a perfect ten
I am in the building, and you tenants better pay the rent
Or I gotta kick you out like shoes after a long day
Kicking my feet up, thinking up lyrics in the enclave
Walking barefoot through my mind’s hallways
Eating up the beat, no entree
Straight to the main course, no patience
Bitches sticking tongues out, no laces
I’m fly, matter fact, I’m so spaceship
Good Friday the thirteenth, no Jason
Bitch, I’m the man of your dreams, I’m Freddy Kruger
Oh you a mother hen, but you can still get this rooster
Riding on the beat, I’m an instrumental cruiser
Comeback kid, it’s the revenge of the loser
I make the beat come back, bass hitting
Bitch, it got you fucked up like a rape victim
I won’t give you the finger, I’m straight fisting
Don’t shut the fuck up, I will fill your mouth with eight children
She ate children, filial cannibal
Ya’ll old news, like bible parables
They tryna stand up against me, it’s laughable
Put the trash acts in trash bags, I gladly will
I am the main attraction, I’m who you come to see
Writing lyrical mazes on pages so amazingly
My flows are grade A, you better stop your hating, B
Yeah she came with you, but she came for me
Money over bitches, both those under a good woman
I’m tryna find my villainess, yes I’m a super villain
We gon’ take over the whole universe, God willing
And when we’re bored with it, we will leave it to our children
[Verse 2]
The flow goes on and on and on
I’m busy eating beats, you can enjoy your Ramadan
No disrespect, Amen, Lichaim, Walaikum Salam
This that godfather flow and you’re fuckin with a don
So you can kiss my ass or you can kiss the ring
But you know what it’s gonna be because I don’t wear jewellery
God flow, tryna get communion at the brewery
These dogs chasing cats, they need to stop all that Tom-foolery
They gotta get their damn minds right
Should be looking forward, but all the got is hindsight
I see the greatest in the mirror, great eyesight
Like Cyclops, an icon, feast your eyes on my might
So all of my rhyme schemes are so lethal
I’m King Kong on Animal Farm, I’m no equal
Hit the beat with brass knuckles, think I’m William Regal
Tryna plant money trees, the root of all evil
So, I’ma need some holy water to bless it
And a couple white virgins, that vanilla essence
Want that white money, but I want coloureds to get it
If you scared motherfucker, then you better see a reverend
If you’re weak of heart, do not try me
I do as I wilt, now come try to crucify me
Hard to pin me to a cross when I got God behind me
Hard to swallow religion when I got God inside me
Jimi Priceless, chile I voodoo this
Try to shoot me down, I’m spitting silver bullets
Seeing black, white and red so fuck the bullshit
Leaving demons speechless like, er, Lucif
If I’m a devil, then I must be King Cantona
Flying kicking raps, celebrating with my collar up
Hot head, my temper flares and I think it’s hot enough
But I’ma stop beating these bitches, I think they’ve got enough
