text: What you wanna do, act loco?
  Hit em with the old to the flow that I grew up on
  Then I grew up on em
  And funny now how I flow for Hova
  Words twisted, but yo, Im sober
  Never really been the type to pour up
  When I get this thing goin I dont like to slow up
  Mouth movin like a motor when I bite the flow up
  But I bet they wont stop, let me go, let me go
  Imma show off every ability Gods given me to go off in
  Nobody mad about the beauty of the Vatican and the tabernacle
  So when Im rappin you can add it in
  Breakin em with the shatter
  Theyre gonna wanna put me in a place with paddin
  And Ima damage em every time like a player thats on the cover of Madden
  God, the original
  We bright, look out!
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me}
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  Let me do it
  K to the second letter, finna get it
  Poppin, comin out the pocket like ooh
  Everybody get to rockin doin the Paganini
  Killin the beat, my tongue is like a violin
  Give it to em like Im not a human
  When Im doing what Im doing
  Keepin it comin like an automatic shooter
  When we get to rippin it ridiculous
  And everybody gets to speakin about these driven brothers thats goin in again
  But they dont know even when they got that flow
  I dont know why they boast, everybodys gifts borrowed
  Producers, directors, skilled architectures
  Do what they do to whom theyre connected
  True was the God that chooses to bless them
  Who is the one you think they reflectin?
  {God with me, God with me}
  {God with me, God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me, God with me}
  {God with me, God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me, God with me}
  {God with me, God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me, God with me}
  {God with me, God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  Canon
  Yo
  Hey Andy
  Okay
  Okay so down for my clique, shut up 
  Oh shoot, shut up
  Ive been itchin to stick em up with this killer Canon
  Comin to cut em and hit em harder, ooh, kill em!
  Hold up, Ive been hittin everything up in me like Im Paganini
  Hittin every rhythm like a milli chopped ya
  I know you heard Twista, and Tech-a-Nina hittin ya
  But Canons original, Im a Midwest monster, kill em! 
  Blat! Blat!
  Mineo and Kevin got adrenaline
  Comin to drill em with the real gospel
  Comin up to the game
  Still the same, bigger the name, bigger the fame
  To the glory they follow Him and the Father
  While Im comin and killin the game
  Im breakin em off and we know
  They steady tryna imitate the steelo
  Im hittin with the fire, spittin super wild
  Runnin with the young and unashamed
  Im Paganini on a kilo, amigo
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  {God with me}
  {God with me}
  I feel like Im Paganini
  Aha, aye, aye, aye
  Yeah
   punk
  I feel like Im Paganini
  Huh, who
  Paganini