Mykel Hawk the rap master and I′m faster than your five G's

The talk is that bastard will splash like the high seas

I′m barking with laughter and outlast any crisesReally all that I'm after cash as far as the eye sees

This is fun for me, I just play with the measure fluid

Since my son told me I was the best to ever do it

Hit the drum for me, I'm about that Boom Bap shit

I′m never done homie; you should′ve assumed that shit

These autotune rap kids are brutalizing my nerves

You want a hot vocal, try utilizing your words

Ya'll wore that shit to the ground and if you lames really doubt it

Then how is Pain still around but now he′s singing without it

And those of you that been spouting that Hip-Hop has advanced

Into trap, mumble rap and we just stuck in the past

Can kiss the tuck of my ass and look for brand new excuses

Why you suck at your craft and if you ask what the proof is

My name is Mykel and I'm liable to go off like a shot

I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot

I′m a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box

And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks

I'm going viral while they′re idle, high and fleeing the cops

Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock

It's the revival, let's recycle the supply to the flocks

It′s versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk

I′m ruthless cause Dre and Eazy handed me Game

The smoothness and steezy came from Big Daddy Kane

And any time I'd feel stuck and getting blind with aggression

I′d be reminded by Chuck that my own mind is a weapon

Uncle Ricky told stories while I'd sit out on the stoop

Skunk, sticky and forties when I slid out there with Snoop

Little shorties around the way all yearned to talk your man out

I got my game from Cool J and learned to knock a man out

You can′t reverse engineer it, no way you can reproduce it

I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music

Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids

No names but you lames can wear them shits if the shoes fit

Ya'll blew it, we passed you the keys to the Buick

You took a handful of Xanax and crashed it into the sewage

My verses blast like a nuke, your raps is more like a loose threat

I make a splash in the booth, you just now getting your shoes wet

My name is Mykel and I′m liable to go off like a shot

I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot

I'm a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box

And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks

I'm going viral while they′re idle, high and fleeing the cops

Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock

It′s the revival, let's recycle the supply to the flocks

It′s versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk

I give a fuck what you nerds say, I'm addressing the elephant

Just cause you suck at your word play don′t make it any less relevant

That's like a bird with no wings saying flight′s overrated

A guitar with no strings and you're still trying to play it

Man, I'm just going to say it and save your breath homie please

You ain′t a chef if all you make is macaroni and cheese

You ain′t a stand-up comedian cause you know two jokes

A save the planet bohemian cause you don't use soap

But he thinks magic ingredients made the first rap he wrote

Mad dope, he bought a beat off a cat that he knows

He booked some time in the lab to put his rhyme on the track

Played it over and over and kept rewinding it back

And everyone that he showed was like yo, you′re gonna blow kid

So, he posted the song and the shit just exploded

And when the kids took his song and created a dance

Some big wigs came along and paid him an advance

Prearranged for the deal and from initial commitment

He said I'm no longer Phil, ya′ll call me Yung Lil' Infant

Kiss my anus I′m famous, I got a river a cash

He got a chain with his name and then got littered with tats

Then just as fast as it came, he seen his flame be diminished

People laughed at his name and made a meme with his image

He sat back thinking on how it all happened so fast

They liked the beat of his song but said his rapping was trash

My name is Mykel and I'm liable to go off like a shot

I got a tight flow and I know I show it off quite a lot

I'm a disciple with the vinyl scratching beating the box

And all the tribal with the Krylon graphing heat on the blocks

I′m going viral while they′re idle, high and fleeing the cops

Hot on arrival earned the title of emcee cause I rock

It's the revival, let′s recycle the supply to the flocks

It's versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk