Take It from the Top Drake
DUCK THOMAS
This is Duck Thomas, top drake
The duck all the mallards wanna imitate
But now I hear there's a human who thinks he's got what it takes?

I'm soaring in the sky while he's still flapping with one feather
Fair-weather quacker, he's not fit to serve a mallard
He took his name from his mother and father
I earned my rank with Napoleonic fervor
Climbed to the top of the duck pond like King Kong
Taking prisoners on the way to Babylon
Hear it from the top drake, I sniff out fakes
Like a metal detector set to wannabe
It's not surprising that they wanna be me
But don't they recognize the difference between wish and reality?
Apparently not: "last name ever, first name greatest"
That names fits him like McCartney fits a wait list
But for those people who would say I shouldn't hate this
Let's take a listen to the evidence

Let's loosen up the flows like we know what we're doing
And move beyond those nursery rhymes that you've been chewing
A lesson from a quacker who doesn't depend on Sprite
Natural rhythms carry mallards through the night and onward
Dawn looks better to the sound of Duck Thomas, I promise you
If you wanna touch the top drake
You gotta increase your fortitude
HOOK
Amateur quackers wanna claim my title
Better bow down to your avian idol

DUCK THOMAS
All the other drakes wanna be the top drake
Doesn't seem to matter if they've lived in a quacking lake
But why'd they think that mallards gonna take them seriously
They must be quaking in their bones when they think about me
Started in a pond, moved on to the tributaries
Then I conquered the ocean when Poseidon heard me
Siren's song, no there's no use resisting the power
Of the cosmic vibes that are my rhythms

I let the beats of MNID carry me
To the heights of a quack hop legacy
The other mallards ride in like headless horsemen
Or better roll around their lyrics like a head without a chicken
My flows are wicked, eradicate the remnants of the competition
Revolutionize the medium 'til you no longer recognize it, super size it
I operate on a scale that you can't cognize
Verbal massacre of wannabe quackers who think they can rival me
When all they do is epitomize mediocrity
This is what happens when you challenge Duck Thomas
Like Custer choosing his last stand and enjoying it
I guess I'm providing a public service
Showing mallards their place and proving they gotta earn it
Defer to the master, there's a lot you gotta learn
A duck's life's not as easy as the pretenders wanna claim it is
They're framing it like they can play with the top tier quacker who basically created it
If you wanna live in a dreamworld
Then all I can say is, mallard, that's your prerogative
But good luck with it