Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads   Their crews became victim of the body snatchin' dread   The world is now mine, the world belongs to me   I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC's      Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter   My style will inherit the world, just like water   Cover it like sauce, think about who lost   Niggaz minds was the reason for the MC holocaust      I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some next shit   Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic and anorexic   I told humans I'd conquer and bomb shit      Now I stand alone and take care of my continents   A&R's used to ignore me, realized I was nice   Now it's no one left here to write my life story   Ninety five rappers shelled like pearls   Hit by genocide, I inherited the world      Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God   Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God      Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God   Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God      I came alone, draggin' bags of bones   Slit my own wrists, and bleedin' out microphones   Consider me the MC who lives forever   Rainin' hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the weather      The end of time as you know it without a shotty   In the simple game of freeze tag, I touched everybody   Man's worst creation like the bomb   Just exist in life form, then I'm leavin' town tomorrow      If I hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be clean   Now I memorize rhymes, work on my time machine   Nothin' shall breathe or be conceived   They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's knees      I feel relieved, free from their directions   Now I battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions   My actions, they might make mortals earl   I won't have that problem, I inherited the world      Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God   Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God      Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God   Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God      Now put thought to the word one   'Cause now I got mad time to think about what I done   It's too quiet here, I'm losin' my mentality   I'm actually alone and I'm startin' to see reality      No more hip hop, what was I thinkin' of?   No more fat tracks and no family to love   No incidents makin' black people tighter   No more real MC's doin' time in the cypher      No wreckin' shows, no more gettin' biz   I fantasize and hear voices sayin' "Yo that shit was fat kid"   Nothin' to look forward to day after day   So why write rhymes, who's gonna hear what I have to say?      And if I do, who's gonna appreciate it?   Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I hate it   I lost it all, my crew and my girl   All because I had to inherit the world      Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God   Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God      Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God   Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard   Crews crumble up, under pressure God      Uhh, Mad Skillz, keep on   Peace out to everybody that's here   All the corpses, all the wack MC's