Now, tell me the exact details of what you saw. Came from a plate of chemical phenomenon

Where have been sat up until now? The scientist should not talk until positive

For the times we cannot wait to be positive. From the bottom of the fake of the human race

A exotic is the tropical, storm-chasing up your optical

Audio hurricane impossible, arsonist, esophageal tonsillitis

Rhymes so sick, I give the mic meningitis

Like hemp on papyrus, you could twist this or smoke this

Bag it up cause it was dope when I wrote it

Blackmagic focus, 4K vision

Fifth dimension, f**k your high-definition

The technician of these analogue villains

Known to manifesto, magnetic, presto

Spinach with the egg white, don't forget the pesto

Lay it on ciabatta, it ain't a rapper hotter

I'm the whole enchilada, plus the chimichanga

Give me ganja, champagne, shrimp and lobster

I'm a monster, mobster, keep the party bonkers

Like Conan, I conquer, you step up, I stomp you

You don't want trouble with a man like me

Patch on my eye, hook where my hand should be

You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver

They call me the problem-solver

You don't want trouble with a man like me

Patch on my eye, hook where my hand should be

You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver

They call me the problem-solver

I could be fire to the filament, symphonies of energy

Power from the pulsars, reaching thorough infinity

Dilated pupils, preaching my curriculum

Rapid eyes move to the beat of my soliloquy

I could be the atom bomb detonating in the eve

Radiating truth and light, soaking into everything

Pushing out my particles, steam drifting in the breeze

Water for the thirsty art and for the heart to breathe

Food for a hungry mind, fire for the tumbleweeds

Love for the sacred sound, hope for a dying breed

Bouncing off the satellites, soaking truth into the seeds

I can make 'em grow, elevate to new degree

But there's a dark matter scattered over everything

Chipping at the icebergs, choking out the evergreens

We losing power, walking the final hour

Wet sands full of fresh depths left in a mystery

Somebody break the blinds, I'm waiting on the windowsill

The people never see the signs, never have, never will

No composure, they fold from exposure

The shadows where the cowards hide and shining brightest for the king

You don't want trouble with a man like me

Patch on my eye, hook where my hand should be

You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver

They call me the problem-solver

You don't want trouble with a man like me

Patch on my eye, hook where my hand should be

You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver

They call me the problem-solver

I ignite the night sky like the 4th of July

Get fried like fish talking shit, your wish to die supplied the potent

Flow is the dopest, pit bull ferocious

I stay focused, I'm the street's last poet

Conscious of the magnum opus

I'm so qualified, doubt quantified cause my ambition quantized

It's rap homicide, guardian of the galaxy

So dastardly because you bastards are wack to me

Rap is like crack to me, tracks like a pack to me

Flip it so quick, connects can't get back to me

Actually, the feds want to capture me for talking revolution

Crushing the institution with lyrical distribution

The pay is retribution, write rhymes on the constitution because I'm a nuisance, politically

Yet they acclaim me so critically, they can't stop me until they alter me chemically

That's why I wrote my own, hold the phone

Phonicks, we running, no tail chief to grab us on

While I pilot these lyrical drones to kill the clones

Fly the flag, skull and bones, with a pocket full of stones

You don't want trouble with a man like me

Patch on my eye, hook where my hand should be

You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver

They call me the problem-solver

You don't want trouble with a man like me

Patch on my eye, hook where my hand should be

You don't want problems, I'm a problem-solver

They call me the problem-solver