You looking in the mouth of madness, skilled out since i had this
Iand'm talking bout nothing but pure d badness
My acceleration is compatible to a bima
My pockets looking greener, from the funky cold medina
Donand't tell me bout the things that you done did cause i done did it
Donand't tell me bout the skins that you done hit, cause i done hit it
And once i rock these, with a style thatand's cock deis
Good god, i get the crowd together like knock knees
Now, i donand't act hard, i just mack hard
Bagginand' video looking honeys with the big back yard
Yes lord, girls iand'm gaminand' leaving the microphone flaminand'
Throwing up hip-hop signs cause thatand's the set that i be claiminand'
Guerilla war fares for those who love to pull your card
Grimies from fort green to malcolm x boulevard
Now, if thatand's what youand're hoping then itand's the wrong things youand're scopinand'
I may not rap bout slittin no throats but trust me kid iand'll get you open
Verse 2
Here comes a taste of the rawness, like you never saw this
Once i grip the cordless, my victory is flawless
Chaos and havoc, lyrically psychopathic
At times get pornographic, lord man i gots to have it
Then i commit to hit you with this composite thatand's ultimate
Too legit splendid come get witand' it for your comfort
But then sloppily, rappers try to copy me
Take pieces of my property, and use it all unproperly
And probably, been focusing a while to copy my style
But child what iand'll compile is too versatile
Iand'm too superior, itand's sort of like comparing a
Spanking new desert eagle to a rusty little derringer
But skip the tool, letand's try to deal here with the jewel
That iand'm droppin on you, now let me take you all to school
You see, to graduate in hip-hop you must be smart
And no you donand't have to know how to paint to make your rhymes a form of art
Poetry and literature is what makes this english fanatic
Now dig this, i drop science but still deal with mathematics
And since i donand't be dealing with whatand's considered a mystery
I learned the dead presidents to pass american history
Got my degree in rapology
Hip-hop had to set me free, look mom, a real emcee
So you want yours now, well donand't get caught with your drawers down
Cause word life, this industry is half corrupt just like the dogg pound
Verse 3
Rap godfather
Oh goodness gracious, you better make it spacious
For the vivacious, ostentatious, who feel courageous?
I put it on them using my tongue as a sword
But at times get broader than broad for those who insist to get floored
Whatever it takes to see your nerve gone, and word born
Black caesar gonna get his swerve on
My name should be referred to in medical terms
Cause i get way up in the cut and iand'm talking way worse than germs
You like to chase it playin catch like tom and jerry
But on the contrary, iand'd rather sip the dom peri
Lay back in harmony, because itand's so bizarre to see
That all the hard core rappers are slowly turning randb
Well pardon me, you contradict yoand'self, i see you not perfect yoand'self
You like that type music yoand'self, stick yoand'self
What happened to black men of pride 'nuff men have died
Nowadays whatand's been applied, in hip-hop is genocide
Thatand's when the rappers go get the clappers
Canand't you see they trying to strap us just to trap us, good god itand's backwards
One nation under a groove, thatand's how we move
Itand's time to teach the youth get it together show and prove
Me no run with the gun or speak of none for action
When you get done scream iand'm the one, it looks like an illusion
I deal with equality so never call my brethren son
Yes mon, me got mad flava just like jerk chicken
