Fire - SHAD

Rap genius, heads saying he should blow

Rap Genius got good quotes and footnotes

Look, who else spitting the most urgent

Most soul-searching perfectly dope verses (and no curses)

Ask any analyst, journalist, panelist

Who’s Canada’s unanimous circa-98 Canibus

Ambulance vans, when my jams spin it’s calamitous

Sending bands into banishment

Dammit, I need no laminate

Ya’ll know the name, I’m the rap game villain

Shad K backstage in the batcave, chillin'

Bumping Bad Brains with a bad dame

Wheeling in the fast lane

Rugrat, still these cats can’t kill him

Kids talking 'bout, «I just need a co-sign, one break!»

All I need’s a drum break and one take

I’m unsafe, ya’ll soft as Sunday brunch dates with Bundt cake

Got crowds jumping like I just done a pump fake

Man, this is just one-eighth, just a morsel

I got more flows, ya’ll just mortals

Even moreso, this is morse code from the North Pole

To warn folks: the Stormcrow’s coming through your warzone

Lord knows I was born dope, going back like corn rows

I amaze (maize) like corn rows

Pure jokes, still I can rage like hormones

I’m an oracle, I’m next level--Warp Zone

The Forbes shows what they net, but I’m more gross

Sick as a sore throat, the kid isn’t normal

Hardcore flows but he spit with a warm tone

The whip isn’t much but his chick is a Norah Jones

I’m eating all ya’ll food by the forkload

Golden arches or ol' girl with the orange 'fro

No, actually I’ll have your pork roast and orzo

Make a short toast then pop the cork off the Bordeaux

I can hold court with the foremost

I could tour coasts or teach a course-load at the Sorbonne

Forget four bars, every quarter note’s historical

When I perform poems, I’m a force, I’m a horror show

Man, I’m in my z--I'm in your zone

I’m on your porch, in your home

Taking everything like it foreclosed

Just me and T staking claims, taking names

I guess some things stay the same

Still the champ