(Verse 1)
From the top of the Empire State, I shit on a rapper's head who think he great
And while he's rubbing on a head full of dookie, my man step up and take the Polaroid smoothly
So I can put it on the cover of my next 12" and maybe call the record 'How I Excel', or anything to indicate my superiority
Whether you be new to my shit or feel me already, my theory ought to be to slaughter each and every
loser, computer-user abusing the truth that I'm used to
I see it from the vista east of the weak stuff, you master the last of the piece that I mapped out
You snap on a rapper for minimal stuff, like if I rhyme Peking duck with 18 bucks
You over-analyze and try and say he sucks but I'm known to fantasize when I make things up:
I'm so talented...
(Verse 2)
(People!) -talk shit like girls in a bathroom, don't ever try and call me soft in a chatroom
Instead of trying to find a dis, you better try and find some bliss in the kind of life you live
'cause you're a sucker, repetitively; your friend who rap ain't better than me
I ain't no whack motherfucker, so bear witness, I put a lot of time in this
My rhyme-physics make me something of a scientist
Fly entrance, sky walker, light saber, psychotic, right flavors
Listen to the rhythm of a skyscraper-tongue, I vibrate the Sun when I gyrate my lungs
Lots of motherfuckers want a father figure who raps, so suck your mommy's pussy 'cause I ain't doing that
My rhythm is futurism, your edit is retro, I found the fundamentals and I'm never going to let go
Rugged and raw, boy, you think I didn't know that my beats is raw and the fidelity is low:
I'm so tasteful...
(Verse 3)
Talk so eloquent, always in my element, elephant crush your cerebellum into sediment sideways
Catch me in the lab 5 days; the other 2 though, I might cool out and do shows
Pseudo-sociopolitical raps never really made anything better for my ass
You want to make a difference? Then go into the street and show love to every last person that you meet
My physique mad thin, you'll still need the Aspirin, you ain't even a has-been, my foot is where your ass's been
Whacks attacks with the axe of justice, he acts like he's above this, he's whack so fuck him!
I'm too smooth, I knew truth in the womb-room, new shoes every 62 moons
My oeuvre puts me in the Who's-Who in the true school
(old school, new school, you choose who rules!)
You cool but your man's an asshole, don't make me tie his arms and legs around a flagpole
Velcro shoes but I'm good at tying laces, double-knot tongues from 2 smiling faces
You basically melt when the aces are dealt, I take your brain cell through phases of hell
Taking The Ele' can't happen, it's like catching an LA cab in Manhattan
I ain't in the mood, on stage in the nude, step up to get your rep up, guess what? You lose!
Bamboozled and booed, chewed like canned noodles and soup
In a feud, I land fools in a noose, land, cruise in a coupe Seville with a troupe that's ill
Side-step the jewels for skill and still recoup a mil.
I'm super-ill like a computer with gills, in Bermuda I chill, with a biddy that's beautifully-built
Your girl's titties like a third-world city, grimy and gritty, her clit is the cave of chlamydia
Get rid of ya so when I chop up the body
Take it home and show it to mommy!
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