The Vow (feat. Mad Squablz, J-S.A.N.D. & Don Pablito)

There was smoke when the mother's water broke

The doc saw the horns, oh my god, it's a goat!

The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts

Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float

Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope

A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt

Angels injected him with lyrical dope

The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe

The whole worlds raven for the baby, the bell tolls

A crowd gathered 'round, throwing punches and elbows

Then his mama arose and recited a poem

Todd's a hip hop god, fuck rock and roll

Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse

Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs

Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib

She screamed, "Jack the Rip" and ignited his gifts

To the parents he's a legend, to the children a myth

Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith

Alias Mr. Killing-Every-Rapper-In-His-Radius

Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium

Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium

Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium

In other words, whoever it concern

If you fuck around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash

True story, I'm a walking crematorium

Helping rappers urn obituaries from historians

Banging on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets laying on 'em

Carved hands, tombstones, praying for 'em

Moving the chess pieces like telekinesis

As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes

Learned early on where the mark of the beast is

By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus

Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me

So pardon me if it harder to follow me, what does that mean?

He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, spraying you with soliloquies

Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on

Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon

The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded

Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive

Uh, to fuck wit' me you need ya ammo up

Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave ya flannel scuffed

Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff

No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just having fun

Uh, cash rules everything I hate and love

**** hate to face reality that's why we taking drugs

Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough

You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough

I might emerge wit' propane, it's a fatal stunt

Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one

And now I'm rhyming with a legend, like I said I would

Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should

Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could

**** narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good

Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood

Feelin' more adept and on ya neck's where I'ma plant my foot

Name a **** that flow harder

Flow more graphic than flowcharts

Won't relax till I build up these plaques and hold tartar

Spare no targets

Got a flow so nauseous

I cough up words and throw bars up

Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings

In life, I learned that taking losses is a part of the lesson

I fathered you peasants, you **** my sons

So when I kill you muthafuckas, we'll just call it postpartum depression

Lafayette, Louisiana, where **** be squeezing hammers

**** don't speak with grammar, so people gon think we bamas

It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it

And anybody can give it to you, it's like "Secret Santa"

I'm sayin', you **** is nothing like me and my–

You look at **** and deify, we defy

Defeat and divide, reheat and refry

**** ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat and retry

Bitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all

The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved

So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt

I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets

You little **** never raisin' threats

You **** bitter and y'all sweet, you motherfuckas is Raisinettes

I'm laying low and chasing checks

'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test

You **** can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me

Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey

I get you clean, feel your towel, had to clean up the town

For the beef we brown, like releasin' the hounds

Had the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth

The other monkey, for his ears, we ain't hearin' you out

The third monkey had his hands over his eyes

So you can get buried if you imply

I'm outta the country, where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny

The shooters come in flurries, like Curry and Luka Don

Now say hello to the motherfuckin' Don, tiptoe

Don't you come across that line

Don't die

'Cause you just one of plenty ****, I ain't any ****

Billion dollars worth of silly ****, we brought gilly wit' us

That separates you from your mom, with titty, ****

Jump about the Bentley, ****, better sit up when you see the tadow