[VERSE 1]
Mr. FlipStar just chilling in the basement / typing these bars, send them to radio stations / complacent, something that I just can never be / Montreal nigga spitting so cleverly / pull the lever B, activate the onslaught / rap game ain't no joke, you only get one shot / Who woulda thought this lil nigga named Phil / could come out this big while spitting so real / Oh now you sulking / Cause your ass sitting home alone like Macaulay Culkin / ego swollen I'm hulking, furious shit / wanna uncover my passcode curious chick / I'm serious prick, Niggas need sabbatical / couple years off so the damage is collateral / Jamie Foxx, Pinkett Smith, Tom Cruise shit / can't bruise Flip, I see more flows than cruise ships / ignore the nuisance, show you how to do this

[HOOK 2X]
This here I wrote chillin in the basement / Just be the person that's in the mirror you facin' / The shoe you lacing the only shoe you should ever wear / Even if this track Is something that'll never air

[VERSE 2]
Now I'm feeling coy / Cant ruin my vibe, why try to kill this joy / niggas hear my shit they like "you be illin boy" / Wonder's loop is Fiasco like he from Illinois / Chicago, with a pick in his head: poetic justice / hammer these MC's, they can't touch this / nigga like me, known to get surgical / on these beats, I get you high like the vertical / used on every slam dunk by Blake Griffin / I don't fit your mold, I was made different / I stays ripping, like shirts thats on Hogan's chest / steal your airtime, who Imma be choking next / asphyxiated, feeling a bit alleviated / this beat beefing with my verse, so I mediated / I see thee hatred nigga but I ignore / the basement, you'll relate whether rich poor / Illest flow in the game, no wonder I get sick more

[HOOK 2X]
This here I wrote just chillin in the basement / Just be the person that's in the mirror you facin' / The shoe you lacing the only shoe you should ever wear / Even if this track Is something that'll never air

[VERSE 3]
They say life is what you make it / so Imma run with it like Jamaican / sprinters, I'm hard to remove like splinters / flow colder than a heat-less basement in winters / make these niggas feel like they been circumcised / where's your merchandise / walk over your serpent tiles with a certain smile /and then I close your curtain child -- like I just damaged your mama ovaries / shout out to older G's, from here to overseas / basement nigga, my fresh: Potpourri /