I’m on that extraterrestrial, best-to-be-invested-in My mind is like a weapon, yeah, I’m testing every specimen Flow—I’m a volcano when I’m venting Go—I’m a tornado in a sentence Woah—The competition is non-existent I’m consistent, I’m a piston, keep a distance when I’m spitting! Look, I’m the metaphoric oracle, a categorical miracle I’m lyrically hysterical, the pinnacle is spiritual I’m climbing up the pyramid, I’m serious, you’re delirious The way I play with syllables is really just mysterious! Got the engine of a Bugatti, the spirit of a kamikaze Body every beat, I’m the pope, you’re the paparazzi I’m astronomical, economical, comical to a mortal I walk inside the booth and then I teleport through a portal. I’m the king of the jungle, call me Mufasa with a choppa I’m a doctor, I’m a rockstar, I’m a monster eating pasta In a V-12, moving fast-forward, no rewind I’m the definition of a genius, check the design! I got a mansion in the clouds, I’m neighbors with the thunder If you calculate my greatness, it’s a mathematical wonder I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a wolf in the night Got the fire in my lungs, yeah, I’m holding the light! I’m on that extraterrestrial, best-to-be-invested-in My mind is like a weapon, yeah, I’m testing every specimen Flow—I’m a volcano when I’m venting Go—I’m a tornado in a sentence Woah—The competition is non-existent I’m consistent, I’m a piston, keep a distance when I’m spitting! I’m a menace with a pen and I’m a finish every sentence With the venom of a serpent, I’m a reprehensible apprentice Wait—I’m the master, moving faster than a disaster I’m a pastor in a Ferrari, I’m baptizing the plaster! Automatic, problematic, put the static in the attic I’m a lyrical acrobatic, systematic, and emphatic If you want it, then I got it, I’m a comet, I’m a rocket Got the universe in my palm and a supernova in my pocket! (Breath) Pick it up, kick it up, never gonna stick it up I’m liquified, dignified, watch me as I mix it up I’m surgical, vertical, every word is terminal The way I’m killing the rhythm is borderline inter-personal! Verse 3: The Martian Logic (Slightly slower, more "lean-heavy" Wayne swagger, heavy on the puns) Uh, okay, now bring it back to the dirt where the worms play I’m so high, I’m having brunch on a Thursday... in space I’m a dead man walking, but my shoes still living I’m a clocksmith, homie, look at all the time I’m giving. I’m cold like a Slushie, my pockets are puffy I’m tough as a diamond, you’re soft as a stuffy I play with the fire, I’m Bambi on wires I’m the tire that never goes flat, I never retire! Got a choppa named Tuesday, it’s going up I’m a liter of gasoline, who want the cup? I’m the G.O.A.T., I’m the beast, I’m the king of the East I’m the only one invited to the cannibal feast! (Fast again) So run with it, done with it, look at how I fun with it I grab the sun and burn the track until I’m one with it! The Hook I’m on that extraterrestrial, best-to-be-invested-in My mind

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