[Intro:]
Your presumptuousness amuses me, Norrin Radd of Zenn La
Of all The beings in space, I stand alone
I am Galactic

[Verse 1: Primero]
It’s difficult to try and get you listening
To my shit without my bitching, cause I’m different
Feelings?
I don’t feel shit, bitch. My spit’s indifferent
I’m nihilistic, my linguistics split in
Sixty different sentences
I’m January. Coming first
Expanding my vocabulary
And rappers. Ya’ll get buried, Berried like it’s strawberry
Jam. This is Denny’s bitch, so pick your grand slam
And now I’m going ham, but I’m a fucking Muslim
Bubblegum rappers chomping on my nuts and you can guzzle em
Sick with every verse I spit, no chance of going versus this
You think you got me figured? You ain’t even scratch the surface, bitch
Catch me going global, never local with my vocals
It’s a habit, got it mastered, like I had that shit in classes..
Grab your glasses. Still can’t see the shine
You blinded to the skill of mine
I bought a couple nickels, and I killed them with a willful dime
And this is real and mine. The real inside my mind’s confined
Inside the lining of my socks, my mind is like Pandora’s Box
And If I opened it, the world would be a hopeless bitch
Cold as shit and desolate. All because I said some shit
I got the power to devour the planets, and fucking scour
Galactus is still in practice, and catching up to my actions
Got haters more than I got fans, enemies used to be friends
I’m drowning in this, doused in this. I’m flying off the deep end
I’m working for the weekend, when I really should be sleeping
But in the evenings, I’m scheming and plotting how to leap in
I’m thinking when I’m sleeping’s my only time to repent
And when I said “Leap in”, I meant jumping into this rapping shit
Get active, and get sailing
I’m the captain of this passing ship
My rap is zipped up. Got bitches after it