(Verse 1)
RJ Barrett with frees, clutch when building with bricks /
Diarrhea with this beat, took a day for this () /
Artistic lyrically, Bob Ross painting sticks
Nah autistic lyrically, ‘cause you ain’t spittin’ like this
I feel like a nuke, surprised I ain't blew yet /
I’m feeling like Django on his horse hittin’ that two-step /
I’m known to wreck a tow truck, to see what it's gon’ do next /
Then leave a vial of semen for my ex as holy water, Tell her “Be blessed” /
I got more crowns than [Katie got bands],
Got more sceptors than Chandler got Friends /
Got more ideas than your baby mama hair got split ends /
Stronger concepts than Deontay Wilder's right hand /
Can you comprehend? /
Long as life keep thinking it's got the upper hand /
As long as Erth keep chopping samples like Son of Sam /
And as long as Gut crate-digging and record spinnin’ /
That's as long as you'll have to deal with this Rose of Sharon /

(Hook )
Concepts and schemes, yeah i can do that /
Something like Thanos with rings, yeah boy I do snap /
But if all it seems you pay attention to /
are the beats, then you simple (ooh)
it's way more than boom bap /
Raps and schemes yeah i can do that /
Franchise with white tees, yeah boy I do snap /
But if all it seems you pay attention to/
Are the beats- (can I have your attention please)



(Verse 2)
Hi, my name is ELJAY, it's nice to meet ya /
I'm known for political statements charged with ether /
Got a movement via RDFND bruh /
Got a wife that's protective so you don't see her/
on the scene with me cuz she ain't quite as friendly /
Got trust issues so I'm reluctant to chillin’ /
But if you seen some of the things that I've witnessed /
Maybe you'd get it instead of being indignant /
But nah it's cool, cuz the way you walking is iffy /
Everybody around you seem hella shifty /
So I'm okay being blackballed in the city /
Long as I got my black () someone will feel me /
It ain't that bad of a feeling cuz God is with me /
We tipping scales, I feel that momentum shifting /
This isn't boom bap raps, it's more gritty /
But more polished than anything that you're hearing or spittin /
Ridiculous with the intention to kill
the sentiment that what I'm scripting with my pen isn't ill /
I'll rip an instrumental's ligaments and toss ‘em over yonder
buried under the corpse of Bull Conner /
I ain't sorta kinda rhymin’, the timing is perfect /
for a king that's berserk with /
being fervent when murkin and hurting persons via microphones
so if you ain't got the drive
then go [Conrad Murray], leave your [mics/Mike’s] at home