Inauguration Video (MV)

Bitch I be fly, you know I be fly
Bitch I be fly, I be fly til I die
You a ride or die or you gon' sit on the side?
You know I hustle hard and I still got a 9 to 5
Bad bitches keep it movin, we don't answer we decide
These basic bitches buggin, spray em with insecticide
Come correct tho...
Show respect tho...
If you ain't careful you gon turn into a Jane Doe

I am Rejeneration, this my inauguration
Gettin cheese, Président, money up, that's inflation
I got lyrics for days, that is no fabrication
Gotchu sweatin' and trippin' look like you needa vacation
Ima hip-hop anomaly and your skill is just half of me
Playin all your cards, you still a joker to me
I am a f*ckin rap prodigy, y'all need to study me
Flow make em tremble and quake, got dat seismology, bitch

My flow more corrupt than the government is
Out of this world, okay meet me at the firmament

Now get in formation before you outta rotation
They suck me off and then they talk, practicin diction
All these fools hatin, yeah bitch I know I'm Caucasian
Still black and white diamonds like Wayne said, f*ck segregation
I might be underground but I ain't gaspin for air
Liftin weight with all my bars... exercise, Linda Blair
My flow cold like the Netherlands so fly I never land
High as Peter Pan, bitch I'm off to Neverland
Findin all these lost boys and call they ass out
How you gonna be a icon when you built off of clout?
Securin the bag but the respect still ain't there
See I'm the lyrical princess, ask Nicki who the heir
Can't inherit the throne if you stuck in your high chair
I'm your worst nightmare, bitch hug your teddy bear
Tell em write bars on they own they get scared and disperse
Can't even get through a verse without stu-stu-stutterin first
But when the state of hip-hop is in mad decay
Spit til ya blue in the face and pop awf like Jay
Because no one can touch what they can't even downplay
But watch ya back, I'm the Predator and ya'll my prey
All that prayin on the knees, they still can't be saved
Bodyin em all, my name still written on they grave

Skin crème de la crème, pen fatale like femme
If they ain't got a plan, cut em off... hem

They only want you for one thing and when they can't score
They turn right back around and then they start callin you "whore"
But I'm not in it for money, not even for the fame
Bitch I'm in it for the art and for my love of the game
They priorities twisted but I got tunnel vision
They ain't even buy a ticket but they straight power trippin
Before you shoot your shot, best check ya ego
I'm a player in the game, bitch, not a free throw
Cause my flow so sick it make the CDC cry
Makin rappers go MIA, I got CIA ties
Sono Italiano... Godfather mob ties
Stickin my neck out so far just so I can tell em bye
Wrapped em up in a bow and their career still in a bind
More talent in my pen than all your writers combined