Voltron Theory

I tell you marked fools, "nigga, you want to fight me?

I'm running the underground, so fool, you're crazy"

I tell you marked fools—

I tell you marked fools, "nigga, you want to fight-fight- fight- fight-fight-fight- fight me?

I'm running the underground, so fool-fool- fool-fool-fool, you're crazy"

[Verse 1]

Never mind the dramatic entrance, or the sirens in the distance

I just came to kick it and provide an intermission

For normally scheduled bullshit they usually on

Slapping rappers off stage, like "you doing it wrong"

Pick your teeth up off the ground, start [moving along?]

While I'm screaming at the crowd with the tool in my palm

Heavy hands to cloak the dagger and the [rumor you lost?] (Uh-huh)

Reappеar where you werе standing with your jewelry gone (Where it go?)

Press play, cassette tapes like some nuclear arms

Got the whole world tripping off the news when it drops

Your clothes smell like gun smoke and some cuban cigars (Yuh!)

I'm bigger than your big homie

Bitch, I move with the [ghost?]

I give a fuck if I'm invited, I'll be tearing through the gates (Tearin')

Treating every room I'm in like a barrel full of snakes (Fuck that!)

You make the wrong move, that's a barrel in your face (Fwa!)

Then I push your shit back like a clerical mistake

[Verse 2]

And in the night time

I write rhymes, I get high and I write rhymes

The nighttime is when I rise, I'm in my right mind

Yo, in the nighttime, niggas catching fright now

It's best to move while people [snooze?] yo, it's the right time

And if not you, it's best to me, I keep a nice [run?]

[Verse 3]

Yo, twist me up and keep me structured in the nighttime

The nighttime? Yeah, the night is on my mind

Yo, I ain't playing with you

Aim to win or lose [it dudes?], I'm like a dangerous dude

[They ain't gon' move?] don't pay in truth

Yo, keep it right in the middle

Future brighter than skittle

I got a license [to hit him?]

Son, I'm so damn cool

[Verse 4]

I shouldn't have to explain to you

The pain, the truth, won't [flame at?] you, because that's emotionally driven

And my emotions get busy, so I'd rather let you just live

I got paper to get

Yo, my focus is [driven?]

Politicians debate

Only sit when when I shit

Conquest all day

[Kinda terse?], and I admit it

[Ion chauffeur no Grinch?]

I don't need celebration

Just need bottomless paper

Son, got leprechaun charm, bitch I'm so hard body

I'm so hard body, bitch (You so hard body rich)

Yeah, I'm so hard body, bitch

Mhmm, yo

[Verse 5]

Okay, for every rack I blow, it's another 10 that I made back

Closet full of polo, not a single USA flag (Not a single one!)

[State back?] speeding down 10th like it's a racetrack

The same trash rappers front like I ain't watched they wave crash (You know I seen it!)

Changing habits, the chain reaction gonna make it happen (Yeah)

Taking chances on myself, like really what I got to lose? (Fuck I got to lose?)

They tell you, "dream big", you do and they hate you for it (Yeah)

We putting words together in ways that gonna pay the mortgage (Let's get this bread!)

[We'll?] immortalize the feeling, the moment the tape recorded it

Just for you to run it back and try to poorly paint my portrait

Yeah, this life is kind of simple, [quite?] eventful but I like it, it's simple (I do)

Glazed maple wall, orange carrot juice and [windshields?]

I see the light. Bigger picture, yo, every day's a pixel, ignorant and blissful

When you timeless, aging ain't an issue (Not at all)

I'm from a place where they ain't playing with you (Not at all!)

You better keep your head on swivel

Stay civil before they 86 you

I tell you marked fools—

I tell you marked fools, "nigga, you want to fight me?

Fight-fight- fight- fight-fight-fight- fight me?

I'm running the underground, so fool, you're crazy"

Think I better school him. Think I- think I- think I- I b-bet- better school him

Think I- think I- think-think I- I bet- better school him 'cause- 'cause- 'cause he don't know the— [Ahhh!]