RIP

Taking off into space, gravity cannot handle me

Unsubstantially, these rappers take my signal,

Yet they can't scramble me

Or dismantle me,

Lost in the dark but I lit up the candle, see

No matter how hard they try to sample me,

They just can't channel me

What a hassle, women spaniels, and all these other vandals,

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

At least my vault doors are plated with an antitank databank

Quite frankly, these rappers attempt to flank me,

Drag me, and bag me,

But at the same time I pull out an M1 Abrams tank, see?

Taxi! I need a ride to the real world,

Before the government learned,

That I posses DNA on an extraterrestrial level,

Rock to a pebble,

Free to a kennel,

Flower to a petal,

Plane to some metal,

The quintessential destruction of the rap game,

Get out of your apartments, MT is now nonresidential

I need some mental or parental guidance,

I'm tired of people saying Jesus will guide us,

While I'm tied up, told to abide,

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.