I don't make a lot of digits, but I break the laws of physics
My words produce light, and my rhymes shine- blinguistics
The beats are my beach, no Corona commercial
Under the sun, over the rainbow, rojo to purple
Get gold, though I run so slow, no turtle
Fuck everything up like 'Did I do that?', so Urkel
Showed up to rehearsal with the rhymes cocked back
When I dropped raps on cats they all collapsed, aw crap
A bulletproof deejay is needed
To work with this MC- that's 'most conceited'
Taking flight like Write Bros, records spin like cyclones
Venues fill like silos, I'm representing I-O
'Waaaa?' Is the response to that
Yeah it's flyover, but it's been on the map
Your weak taunts ain't jack 'cause we flaunt the phat flows
Chumps throw shots, but then we toss 'em back
You couldn't time that grenade precise enough to hit me
Try, meet your fate and die, become history
When it's time to engage I strike 'em so swiftly
The rhyme is the blade, I slice 'em up quickly
You lions without manes just whine and sound bitchy
It's only right that I claim DMI as my city

You thought I had a degree in linguistics
The way I spit it so exquisite, you bitches
You thought I had a degree in linguistics
The way I spit it so exquisite, you bitches

Wanted for the way I wreck every track
And solve every jumble in ten seconds flat
Crosswords offer to sponsor the raps
Spelling bee Ali, get dropped to the mat
You can see we be legit, doctor's office heaving sick
Moonwalk in Adidas slick, fresher than a fetus is
Better than you weak bitches, we always living breathing it
Speaking on some freedom shit and never need to plead the fifth
Iowan- the demonym, partying all freaking night
Wardrobe Lo'd out, feeling like my drink is spiked
Strike so lightning, and sound so thunder
When it comes to the town- always out, no suburbs
Fuck some shit up before I bounce like flubber
And when it comes to the ground- stay under
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, I'm the type to rock
A battle rap just to battle back writer's block
Round up ready, you're just cattle in a field
Battling with me, man that battle's uphill
Until just ripping out your heart starts sounding like a deal
My style's so cold you're like 'What's that chill?'
My boredom's just a side effect of unmatched skill
Never stopping, never dropping, that's always, still
When the wheels fall off even my hubcaps kill
MICL rings bells, man, I'm hunchback ill
Quit trying to break fast, you should brunch that meal
I got all top ten plays, man, run that reel


You thought I had a degree in linguistics
The way I spit it so exquisite, you bitches
You thought I had a degree in linguistics
The way I kick and flip the script and spit exquisite, you bitches