

Who? Who? Who? Who let the fast one through?
Who? Who?
Who? Say it loud when the bass comes through
He walks in counting paper like the room owes rent But every
dollar in his pocket already got spent He says he is too
quick, but the proof moves slow Blink once,
miss the verse, blink twice,
there he goes Thunderbolt TV,
yeah we breaking the mold Turn a small-time play into solid gold
Goat of the screen,
we got the crown on lock No need to look back,
we runnin' the clock (hahaha)
Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt,
greatest of all time Spitting heavy truth inside of every single line
Yeah they know the name when we step in the room
Boom!
No brakes, no pause,
we don't look back Thunderbolt TV,
we attack on the track
Every screen lit, every dial turned high No ceiling for the vision,
we are touching the sky They call me the goat,
yeah they know it is true Nothing but gold when we execute
Syllables fly but the message is clear We are the main event
of the year
Run it up, run it back,
rubber-band rhythm attack Flip a phrase,
skip a beat, put the whole grid on its back Syllables sprint
through the gate, let the sub shake If the words turn to
smoke, let the hi-hats translate He talks real fast,
but can he close the round?
Watch the kick, watch the snare,
watch the syllables pound Thunderbolt is king in this fictional sound We
are smoking the beat,
then we slow it right down One clear line for the people
in the crowd: I don't need your fear,
I need room on the track Who?
Who? Who? The one with the impossible flow
Who? Who? Who? The one that makes the hi-hats go
He's still going?
Apparently the beat belongs to him too Thunderbolt,
we are the greatest to do it Now step aside while we
get right to it Who?
Who? Who? Who let the fast one through?
Who? Me. That's
who.