In my head

I was thinkin' the genius, didn't extend past the head,

take in creativity intravenous, they told me Picasso was dead,

but I still break them cubes like I break bread,

haters done fed me enough, know when I see a steady bluff,

sure enough, I seen enough niggas actin tough,

best get your puff puff, pack 'em slippers and just scuff scuff,

Wanna battle from Brooklyn, you got yourself a bookin,

an atomic bomb, that you had the guts to look in,

I knew trouble was cookin, so better buy yousrself some balm,

from the top of a palm, comin wit' a chop straight from my palm,

pauper straight to a king, hang your chords by the shoe of my tennis string,

absurd is what I bring, make you sing dumb shit, that's my thing,

hope you understood, like you even could, perhaps you should,

give it another try, no if it didn't work don't fuck her dry,

a red sky, symbol of blood so high, interpret that as you... Hi!

My name is bye, why oh why, fragrance from a fragment,

have you trippin on bars, seein' stars, elegance of an absent

train of thought, stream of conscience,

from now on you ought to practice caution for this nonsense,

if you can make sense of this then you've run out of options,