 Yeah, I'm chill-willing it. Hip-hopping with a garden of rhymes, and I'm tilling it. Far as rappers in my class, I ain't seeing it. Far as beating all y'all ass, I'm foreseeing it. Rappers be a joke to me. Straight comedy. Entry-level two-bit flows. I'm an anomaly. Y'all don't want no part of me. I'm what you call a prodigy. Incepticonic mob so deep.