Verse 1: Really y’all don’t understand the science of it Ultimate nullifier, the way the mic is covered Call me Mr. Fantastic, when I spit scripture Cuz every line you read I get richer
Herald of galactus, I spit barrel chested lyrics For practice, tilt the world’s axis I know you thinkin’ it’s strange that I’m a doctor Rock like Ben Grimm, Bullseye, who shot ya?
Right between the eyes, in the forehead Third eye vision, haters dead with every word I’m spittin Watch as I assemble rhymes comin’ straight at your temple I’m like a summer film studio’s tentpole
I gotta be the only emcee with a law degree Those hatin’ on my style are all matt murdocks, see I got the power man, hour after hour and Stop with all the talk of “Marvel vs. DC”
And all these cats jockin’ my swagger, stand up and Show how green you get, when you’re martian manhuntin’ I’m big headed, like I’m booster gold B/c I rock around the clock and never lose the flow
Did I mention that this S on my chest ain’t for clark kent I spit shaq fu, rickkity rok to pay the rent Check my bank statement, rank better than state schools Tricked out basement, like the way that Bruce Wayne do
Chorus: I hold the gauntlet, man you don’t want it Throwing up a fist, cuz Adam’s the grand vaunted I got the soul gem, makin’ you dance As I hold the universe in the palm of my hand.
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Adam WarRock got cats ready to jump and shout Throw up a fist, if you think you’re down B/c I rock it throughly from beginning to end I’m way beyond iced out, I rock infinity gems
Verse 2: Mental organism designed only for killin’ this mic That’s a line from Tribe One on the Silver Age And if you haven’t heard our single, you ain’t doin it right fuck that, y’all missin’ out, like, for real man
Raised in Memphis, TN, with a pad and a pen I wrote rhymes, Sorta laughed when you heard about my MO Never heard a cat who rapped the way I do about the things that you love, so check that, S’why I’m here to push the envelope
Y’all wanna dance, then go ‘head and dance Y’all wanna chill, then I can do that for you Y’all wanna think, then my songs’ll make you cry and laugh Y’all wanna wile out, I got you covered too
Like the way that Tony Dungy do, Solomon Grundy rude Speak so sick, like I’m comin’ out the sewers to spew Every hater’s gettin toe tagged and polybagged Longboxed in coffins, Closin’ lids on you
So sick of the ennui all up in the comics scene culture that we love, so you better treat it true I choose to annotate life, it’s too scary So call me David, like my brother Uzumeiri
Up against goliath, Aim for the eye of cyclops Ruby quartz horn rims, kryptonite high tops and why not, maybe celebrate the way that we do Cuz even geeks wanna have fun too.