(Yeah)

Y'all ain't ready for this kinda velocity

(Check the tempo)

Lemme get 'em, sick 'em, hit 'em with the animosity

(Uh huh)

It’s a different kinda rhythm when I get in the vicinity…

Listen.

Walkin' in the perimeter, I'm witnessin' a minister of sinister syllable-killin', a finisher

Lookin' at the figure of a winner, gotta get her

Pink filament spinnin' from her head, she ain't a beginner

I can tell from the minimal movement, a verbal menace

Brown irises makin' everybody feelin' like a tenant in her presence

Her essence is a lesson in perfection, a blessin'

Attitude is polar, couldn't give a damn about the pleasantries you're pressin'

I was thinkin' I gotta get a hold of her, shoulder-to-shoulder, 'fore I get older

Her personality is colder than a boulder in Minnesota, I told ya

She's a cobra with the venom in a molar, a high roller

And I gotta be the one to come and get her, be the one to come and mold her

Comin' with a formidable, lyrical, miracle flow that's unforgettable

Gotta get her for the pinnacle, I'm never gonna be pitiful!

Met a little problem and her name is Madoka (oka!)

Verbal assassin, a lyrical loca (loca!)

Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it

Save her for a moment when I need a pocket rocket (Brrrrrrrat!)

Style is immaculate, articulate, she got it (got it!)

I’m the only curator qualified to spot it (spot it!)

Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it

Keep her as the weapon when it’s time to get chaotic!

Heard her on the microphone, a cyclone of the phonetics

Energetic and prophetic, you can get it if you're ready for the medic, pathetic

Her aesthetic is a credit to the authentic, I said it

She beheadin' every enemy with every single sentence that she jettisoned

Not a gimmick, she's a lyrical Olympic apparatus

She'll diminish any challenger and damage their whole status with the baddest

Habit of makin' a track a catacomb, you can't imagine this rhapsody

I'm the catalyst, the analyst to handle this capacity!

Imagine if we get to combinatin' the verbatim we've been savin' in the cranium

It's stadiums we're fillin' up, the element vibranium

I'm a titan and I'm writin' up a prophecy revealin'

That I'm takin' the goddess and puttin' her on my medallion, now she hangin' from the ceiling!

Met a little problem and her name is Madoka (oka!)

Verbal assassin, a lyrical loca (loca!)

Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it

Save her for a moment when I need a pocket rocket (Brrrrrrrat!)

Style is immaculate, articulate, she got it (got it!)

I’m the only curator qualified to spot it (spot it!)

Gotta get her, shrink her, put her in my pocket, lock it

Keep her as the weapon when it’s time to get chaotic!

It's the paradox of it all, the visual anomaly

The bubblegum aesthetic with the arctic-level quality

She's a rare collectible, a diamond you protect

A beautiful catastrophe, the ultimate effect

And everybody want her but they see that I'm the veteran

A collector of the finer things, I'm better than the rest of them

I'm the only one who's qualified to add her to the set

The baddest little treasure that a king could ever get.

(Yeah)

Unforgettable, incredible, she's never gonna be divisible

From the mission, my ambition's makin' everything visible

Gotta get her, gotta put her in the pocket (pocket)

Yeah, Madoka…

(Save her for later)

(Click, clock it)

(Gone)