Divide up the whole thing

I’m on that extraterrestrial, best-to-be-invested-in

My mind is like a weapon, yeah, I’m testing every specimen

Flow—I’m a volcano when I’m venting

Go—I’m a tornado in a sentence

Woah—The competition is non-existent

I’m consistent, I’m a piston, keep a distance when I’m spitting!

Look, I’m the metaphoric oracle, a categorical miracle

I’m lyrically hysterical, the pinnacle is spiritual

I’m climbing up the pyramid, I’m serious, you’re delirious

The way I play with syllables is really just mysterious!

Got the engine of a Bugatti, the spirit of a kamikaze

Body every beat, I’m the pope, you’re the paparazzi

I’m astronomical, economical, comical to a mortal

I walk inside the booth and then I teleport through a portal.

I’m the king of the jungle, call me Mufasa with a choppa

I’m a doctor, I’m a rockstar, I’m a monster eating pasta

In a V-12, moving fast-forward, no rewind

I’m the definition of a genius, check the design!

I got a mansion in the clouds, I’m neighbors with the thunder

If you calculate my greatness, it’s a mathematical wonder

I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a wolf in the night

Got the fire in my lungs, yeah, I’m holding the light!

I’m on that extraterrestrial, best-to-be-invested-in

My mind is like a weapon, yeah, I’m testing every specimen

Flow—I’m a volcano when I’m venting

Go—I’m a tornado in a sentence

Woah—The competition is non-existent

I’m consistent, I’m a piston, keep a distance when I’m spitting!

I’m a menace with a pen and I’m a finish every sentence

With the venom of a serpent, I’m a reprehensible apprentice

Wait—I’m the master, moving faster than a disaster

I’m a pastor in a Ferrari, I’m baptizing the plaster!

​Automatic, problematic, put the static in the attic

I’m a lyrical acrobatic, systematic, and emphatic

If you want it, then I got it, I’m a comet, I’m a rocket

Got the universe in my palm and a supernova in my pocket!

​(Breath)

​Pick it up, kick it up, never gonna stick it up

I’m liquified, dignified, watch me as I mix it up

I’m surgical, vertical, every word is terminal

The way I’m killing the rhythm is borderline inter-personal!

​Verse 3: The Martian Logic

​(Slightly slower, more "lean-heavy" Wayne swagger, heavy on the puns)

​Uh, okay, now bring it back to the dirt where the worms play

I’m so high, I’m having brunch on a Thursday... in space

I’m a dead man walking, but my shoes still living

I’m a clocksmith, homie, look at all the time I’m giving.

​I’m cold like a Slushie, my pockets are puffy

I’m tough as a diamond, you’re soft as a stuffy

I play with the fire, I’m Bambi on wires

I’m the tire that never goes flat, I never retire!

​Got a choppa named Tuesday, it’s going up

I’m a liter of gasoline, who want the cup?

I’m the G.O.A.T., I’m the beast, I’m the king of the East

I’m the only one invited to the cannibal feast!

​(Fast again)

​So run with it, done with it, look at how I fun with it

I grab the sun and burn the track until I’m one with it!

​The Hook

​I’m on that extraterrestrial, best-to-be-invested-in

My mind