Intro Lyrics

Yeah, welcome to The Album

Okay no need to panic no more, I've arrived, let's get it

Time to spit it like motherfucking saliva, bitches I'm just getting started

You know I got it, no doubt about it, by the time that I've departed, I'll be highly regarded

You was on your hands and knees, crying out for a miracle

A rapper spitting bars in this day and age that are lyrical

Well goddamn, get the milk and pour me a bowl of Cheerios

Cause you just found the prize at the bottom of the box of cereal

I'm your lucky charm, but the rest of these rappers raisin' brand

Reporting to you live from the ocean, cause I'm the anchor, man

Without me rap will be capped n' crunched, trying to maintain the brand

You better hit the booth, or else you gonna be sprayed by Tan

Leave it to me, I got a few tricks up my sleeve

The race is over no matter what ethnicity, gender, sexual preference or religious beliefs

Anybody's resting in peace if they're messing with T

So consider this a lesson if you fool around

I'll go full black ops and just nuke your town, shoot you down to the ground, remove the crown

Evil's afoot, that's why I'm the ruler now