Intro

Yeah, this is the intro. I run through the game, don't tiptoe. Everyone welcome, no Jim Crow. Break through the wall, no window. I'm incredible

I'm Syndrome. You sit in nosebleeds even though. Fans be sittin' in the front row. I make bread, not thin dough

I plant a seed and then sow. Money, trees, no crypto. You're H.O., a hippo

Mine avenge, Francisco. Deadly bite, Black Widow. I'm on the top, you Diplo. I've been real Shapiro

Runnin' the game, I'm Diplo. Matic, you stubbed your big toe. You sleepin', no pillow. In the wall, Callisto

Don't come at me, kiddo. I'm the lyrical hero. Knock you down, Domino

Now you chillin' in limbo. Then everybody wonderin', how low. I said that I got five rows of green, ain't talkin' bingo

You know I got that lingo

Perfectly ain't no gringo. Tail between legs, a dingo. Wonder who murdered Disco. I came in, got info

Hip-hop did and whatso. Sit back in my chair and sip Cope. Mob bars put a hole in him so. He now wears a sinkhole

On his shoulders and in his torso. Yeah, machine gun with a pinko. When loaded, it don't blow. He sucks, unlike King Cole

I've been the best, no Pinto. Lyrical sharks and minnows. You ain't real artificial. You drive Ford, no limo

I blow bars in billows