1 verse : tell me when to go tar, ready when you are,
girls wave hola, cause they see the mula,
not to be a show off, im 10 times cooler,
than any of you blow-offs,
your rap skills are so off,
if you good then im rap good but take an "O" off,
and if you superman I got the green like an ogre,
my cold lines got me hotter than coronas in the solar
system,
when Im finish my verse is in a coma,
so ah,
I must be diagnosed with glaucoma,
I never see these rappers who claim they about to blow up,
they would treat me different if I was a little older,
for now I gotta kick it in the back like the molars,
look on every track, im the hova,
spitting crack so them feens finnah be head over ,
heels, cause im ill ,rapping like i aint sober,
holding green aint yoda,
hold up,
let me get to show ya
chorus : (tell me when to go tar)16x
2 verse : I heard every one's a rapper I am not to be confused with,
amateurs or lames cause they aint part of my movement,
your chance of being top in the game I reduce it,
and oh that huge ego that you had I'll remove it,
started off late but imma finish first place and since haters gon hate,
man I dont even worry,
they say I got potential, so I know it got to come, so I dont even run,
cause I aint in a hurry,
look, I aint in a hurry no,
flowing so cold like that flurry snow,
eating rappers like curry goat,
and well rounded like merry go,
success follows us where we go,
want beef im giving them burritos,
bless you when im spitting now you holey like a cheerio,
remind me who is better than this,
they start ratting when Im stacking up that cheddar and Swiss,
some people hate me but at least they like me better than Chris,
cause im the ish when I spit my lines fresh like double mint gum ,
ugh
chorus : (tell me when to go tar)16x
3 verse : catch me in my zone,
you know I handle my own,
im looking for competition, somebody find me a clone,
you can catch me on the green but no-no im not a gnome,
finally getting known, buzzing like them honey-combs,
working real hard im just hoping that it's worth it,
when Im on that instrumental I boogie-board and just surf it,
see I like to spit it deep ,all your lines is at the surface,
all my rhymes make sense and they connect call it cursive,
im from Boston, home of the champions, I rep Randolph, town of the catalyst,
Im tryna elevate sky-walk like im Anakin, spitting out that gasoline go and throw a candle in ,
who's a younging when they calling you the man, huh?
what's segregation when you are a panda, uh,
and that was so irrelevant but I dont care though,
you listening to a legend but you just not aware though,
throw it in the air though, (we take you higher)3x face to face with the messiah ,
going to the top, bringing the entire ,empire,
and we gon' have more green than rain forest environments,
you speak lint so I brush it off,
Im dick Chaney and you just daffy ducking dog,
no rubber when Im spitting cause they love it raw,
realest spitter in it, and im rapping to some puppet dolls