Quad Polar

[Intro: Sampled]
What is this magnetism that people keep referring to? And it's been beyond that, people writing you, wanting to meet you, do you know?
Do you know?
Don't play games with me, seriously
It's no game, I know, that's why you're asking me questions and I'm not asking you questions
Okay
You see, I don't need to ask questions, I already know
Could you tell me?
Sure I can tell you, do you have the time?
I'm here - well what is it? Go ahead and tell me
What is what? Are you secure?

[Verse]
Do you know? I know
Quad-polar, high-profile flow
Motherfuckers can't do it like I do it
And you knew it, so why you're acting like you don't know?
Motherfuckеrs acting like they don't like mе if I don't rap lightspeed, I'm putting 'em on the floor
So don't get to testing my bipolar, tripolar, quad-polar, harmonies, chewing through your soul like
Motherfucker's wrapped fried rice
Your outside's looking good, are your insides nice?
Up inside your pussy, I'ma inch my knife
I'm rated X, bitch, why you sense I'm nice?
People looking at me thinking they got me all figured out
The finger on the trigger, got the barrel in your mouth
What you gonna say now? Hit 'em with the (Bang)
Tryna rap on-beat with me? Hitting 'em with the...
Put 'em in a goddamn casket
Spewing out gas with the motherfucking match lit
Make another mask, take his face, get the hatchet
Time to taste his brains, pop his skull like a gasket
Get a hold of your asses, hold on to your butts
I'm Samuel L. Jackson with a cigarette butt
Off the lips with it, lil' bitches, lips gon' blast
Take it back to '08, better catch on fast
It's the motherfucking art of lyricism in this bitch
I don't hear no wisdom from your tongue or your lips
You think I'm doing this to get my kicks?
This my therapy 'til they carry me to my ditch
Coming up out this bitch like a hand up out of the grave
Like the last scene from the movie Carry, better pray
That this pig's blood doesn't pour down on the stage
And stain your crown 'fore I take it away
Crown me the prince, crown me the king
Twenty-one years they couldn't knock me out the ring
And I am still the king, what you know about Virgo?
American History X, I'll put you to the curb, hoe
'Til you respect the way my goddamn words flow
Quad-polar, quin-polar, let it burn slow
Better make up your motherfucking mind, time's ticking, man
No Manson, I'm merrily burning 'em like the Wicker Man

[Outro: Sampled]
What is it that draws people to you?