*Rhymed over 'Incredible' by Mickey Factz

[Verse One]:
I am the light, can't keep the moth off me
Burned by the fire, Wafeek, the god zombie
Leader of the living dead army
The coolest n***a what?
History died we don't give a flying inverted fuck
He was murdered and we promised, to never snitch
I can't since like Rihanna
Digital video is critical now
I get around like Politico's Pamela Brown
The camera captures the visuals to channel the sound
Bunch of Net Root n***as with the nappiest style
Need a champion
Mindset is outta control
From the home of the haters, big shout out to ?
If you wanna be famous, baby this is what ya do
I'll send your ass to Hell for a Pitchfork review
If they like ya then you're cool, if they don't then you're screwed
That depends on the kind of n***a that they're in the mood for
They love a drug dealer n***a unless they need
A hipster n***a to give 'em a little levity
Rick Ross is a cop so I'mma let him be
But Spank Rock is an internet celebrity
Kim Kardash, an internet celebrity
Stacey Dash, that woman is heavenly
Tila Tequila, an internet celebrity
I wanna be an internet celebrity
Momma I made it
I'mma be the greatest
On cypher space where e'rybody's famous
Where they give me my respect
But an 'internet celebrity' is an oxymoron like 'politically correct'
Never see what you get with these women on world wide web, Photoshoppin' they pics
They pretend to be perfect, get lost in the abyss
And the internet will turn ya and alter ya shit
It's a Tony Montana or Hanna Montana
Either way ya go you're makin' old folks panic
Cause they know it's euthanasia, the youth invasion of the U.S.A
We the future baby
Word to Mickey had to come with the Factz
Name droppin' like The Game, Cassie fuckin' for tracks on the cheap
I'm Citizen Kane, a lyricist's reign has come/cum
Cause she givin' me brain, I live in her face I'm done