Complex Superiority

[Sample] I do I think about you [Verse 1] This track I'ma keep it simple no complex flow And the most lyrical beast living you ain't even know And it's a million years later and the fan base keep growing Bringin' that murder mayhem like Joel and Ethan Coen My undefeated record can't be broken, I'm the chosen Jesus Christ the Lord, you can see me walking on the ocean Let me do some exposing while you trying to be a thug, posing You a faggot rapper in the gay club voguing Forget Soulja boy, I'm bumpin' GZA Liquid Swords I'll piss on the Grammys, I'll piss on the MTV Awards Young rappers please make this shit last Quit the minstrel show, black face tap dancing for the quick cash I put a beating on your new schoolers, late bloomers I'm the big daddy, You just Camachos and Chavez juniors Thinking I might flip, the chance is slim You praying on my downfall, those the prayers cause the lord ain't answering Bring it [Hook] I'm on my own dick (Braggadocios, flow so ferocious) I got a superiority complex (say what) (or is it just complex superiority) [Verse 2] My life is too hot for the T.V It contains graphic violence, language and gratuitous nudity Yo Paul let's make it happen, Eminem vs. me It'll be an epic battle like Mike Tyson vs. Bruce Lee Let's bring it back to the Rooftop with Brucie B I done spit brutally before I hit puberty And let's not just compare me to the other rappers Cause I'm better than the Jim Morrisons and Mick Jaggers Bob Dylan battle me, I'll rip you They shot John Lennon but I'm a better lyricist than him, too NYPD looking like the Keystone cops It's your poppa's pop, even Justin Timberlake beatbox Been a b-boy before Diddy freed the Lox You receiving a beating, bleeding, beefing, you rather be vegan Lyrically I put it on I'm the nicest any religion I swear it on the bible and the Quran [Hook] [Verse 3] Battle the pro, you will sadly lose Yeah you just an amateur, Golden Gloves in the daily news Mm-hmm whatever you can try to ignore my past I'ma reign forever check your local weather forecast Some People think because you sold more you more hot My last album was a smash hit and yours was a flop Spent two mil they ain't recouped, they still counting We spent a couple grand and made it a few hundred thousand Too many rappers fake in the booth, I state the truth Without steroids I hit it out the park like Babe Ruth Your bling bling glitter ain't cute Challenge me that's a suicide mission that's worse than Beirut