Watch Me Now

[Intro]
Absolute niceness come with pure rhyme
Bukue One
Watch me now
Yeah-yeah, rebirth

[Verse 1]
Unheard verbal laps around tracks with relevance
Brings forth the forthcoming of omnipotence
A strong sense of diversified talents
Plus, tricks of the trade made me ready to engage
I enter the stage as Bukue One
Founder of the Esotec Foundation and the mind state
Slowly but surely, true massive progressives
Ayo, don't get it twisted when I slow, it just thorough
Smoothin' it out, mastermind it in the lab, preparin'
Now it's time for action like [?] fabulous
My squad autonomously gainin' momentum
Controllin' the pendulum
Makin' sure it always swings to our benefits
True optimists recycle all detriments
Heightening awareness, elevate the happiness
And getting more hype-ness, extract all the stress
Take the pain from the chestplate
Take a deep breath, now prepare for the hook, go on

[Chorus]
Watch out
I am the ultimate one, the chosen one
I am the ultimate one, the chosen one
I am the ultimate
I am the ultimate
Watch me now
I am the ultimate
Murderer

[Verse 2]
Aspiring big willy, silly to me, pathetic
You're trying to attract fans with no ultra-magnetics
Just a slew of gimmicks and boosie-ass
Straight up deficient in the art of rhetoric
But on the real, I can't dwell on the next man
Too focused on the next jam, the next fan
The next hand to give dap, another notch on the map
Another wall that's been rocked, another hand get some claps
All that is more important than an impotent rapper
Who can't get it up the way a city planner can
Ask Ish or Mr. Mocha, they'll tell ya
[?]
And if you don't know that, my friend, then your number is zero
These lyrics are sharp like the sword of Zorro
Now you know my name is Bukue One, step beyond

[Chorus]
I am the ultimate one, the chosen one
I am the ultimate one, the chosen one
I am the ultimate
I am the ultimate
I am the ultimate
Murderer

[Verse 3]
You Buzz Lightyear, it seems
See, [?] Toy Story bores me, no need for sequels
Always with the lyrics that are artificial
You can't come with the truth, you're superficial
Hear this, champion sound, you can't compete
You're stuck like [?] on a dead end street
Incomplete sentences based on consequences
Delivering the empty messages, which are useless
Their value only lasts as long as it's heard
The songs'll dissipate, fade away, evaporate
From the tip of the tongue to completely erased
Drifting off to a far-off place
To be a unsolved mystery with no one on the case
Replaced by buku aliens, Mr. Generous
The sounds kill-er us, dangerous and murderous
Lick off a shot, positive vibe a surplus

[Chorus]
Watch out
I am the ultimate one, the chosen one
I am the ultimate one, the chosen one
I am the ultimate
I am the ultimate
I am the ultimate
Murderer