Fire

[Verse] Rap genius, heads saying he should blow Rap Genius got good quotes and footnotes Look, who else spitting the most urgent Most soul-searching perfectly dope verses (and no curses) Ask any analyst, journalist, panelist Who's Canada's unanimous circa-98 Canibus Ambulance vans, when my jams spin it's calamitous Sending bands into banishment Dammit, I need no laminate Ya'll know the name, I'm the rap game villain Shad K backstage in the batcave, chillin' Bumping Bad Brains with a bad dame Wheeling in the fast lane Rugrat, still these cats can't kill him Kids talking 'bout, "I just need a co-sign, one break!" All I need's a drum line and one take I'm unsafe, ya'll soft as Sunday brunch dates with Bundt cake Got crowds jumping like I just done a pump fake Man, this is just one-eighth, just a morsel I got more flows, ya'll just mortals Even moreso, this is morse code from the North Pole To warn folks: the Stormcrow's coming through your warzone Lord knows I was born dope, going back like corn rows I amaze like corn rows Pure jokes, still I can rage like hormones I'm an oracle, I'm next level--Warp Zone The Forbes shows what they net, but I'm more gross Sick as a sore throat, the kid isn't normal Hardcore flows but he spit with a warm tone Whip isn't much but his chick is a Norah Jones I'm eating all ya'll food by the forkload Golden arches or ol' girl with the orange 'fro No, actually I'll have your pork roast and orzo Make a short toast then pop the cork off the Bordeaux I can hold court with the foremost I could tour coasts or teach a course-load at the Sorbonne Forget four bars, every quarter note's historical When I perform poems, I'm a force, I'm a horror show Man, I'm in my z--I'm in your zone I'm on your porch, in your home Taking everything like it foreclosed Just me and T staking claims, taking names I guess some things stay the same Still the champ