It's the man, it's the myth, it's the legend
Don't you dare close your eyes or blink for a second
Cause I'm gone, and you don't wanna miss me preaching like a reverend
I should drop this in December like a Christmas present
Add this to the list of the hits we permit you to listen to
Like a Christian who
Attends the church, the chapel, the sermon
You talkin' all that mess but you can't get a word in
Cause when I'm in the booth, I'm spittin' the truth
There's nothing you could do, when I'm coming through
But then again, why would you wanna stop me?
Goin' in on the beat ice cold like it's hockey
Legend like I'm Rocky
Yeah, I'm hella cocky
Only cause I'm aware of the skills that's hella poppin'
Like it's bacon in the skillet yeah I'm poppin'
You should treat me like Kawhi I'm someone you never crossin'
So uh, what do you think about this Flex Williams character?
Uh, yeah he's a rapper right? Oh yeah yeah he does all the super raps man
I've heard of Flex, he's got some alright skills let me tell ya
Some call him a myth, some call a legend
I don't, I don't know what to call him man
Man I see, I see
It's the man, it's the myth, it's the legend
Let me take a second to teach you a lesson
The static apparatus of status make us emphatic
Like an addict, automatic, turnin' vices in habits
Then the habits, turnin' us to who we really are
Who am I? I'm that man that be spitting bars
What you want? One day to have foreign cars
When is that? I don't know but it can't be far
So I'm just grindin' and climbin'
It's gettin' hot you hear the siren
I'm a tyrant I ain't lyin' I see over the horizon
This rappin' thing is a breeze like it's Hawaiian
Whatever you sellin', I ain't buyin' cause
You supplyin' unoriginal whackness
I should put you on the blacklist and the fact is this is practice
Like a Baptist yeah I'm blessin'
I'm the man, the myth, the legend
Oh Flex Williams, dog he's got the dopest tracks dog haven't you heard?
West Coast savvy, Midwest tough, it's off the rails dog