You looking in the mouth of madness, skilled out since I had this   I'm talking bout nothing but pure d badness   My acceleration is compatible to a bima   My pockets looking greener, from the funky cold medina   Don't tell me bout the things that you done did cause I done did it   Don't tell me bout the skins that you done hit, cause I done hit it   And once I rock these, with a style that's cock deis   Good god, I get the crowd together like knock knees   Now, I don't act hard, I just mack hard   Baggin' video looking honeys with the big back yard   Yes lord, girls I'm gamin' leaving the microphone flamin'   Throwing up hip-hop signs cause that's the set that I be claimin'   Guerilla war fares for those who love to pull your card   Grimies from fort green to malcolm x boulevard   Now, if that's what you're hoping then it's the wrong things you're scopin'   I may not rap bout slittin no throats but trust me kid I'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 that's ultimate   Too legit splendid come get wit' 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 I'll compile is too versatile   I'm too superior, it's sort of like comparing a   Spanking new desert eagle to a rusty little derringer   But skip the tool, let's try to deal here with the jewel   That I'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 don'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 don't be dealing with what'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 don'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 I'm talking way worse than germs   You like to chase it playin catch like tom & jerry   But on the contrary, I'd rather sip the dom peri   Lay back in harmony, because it's so bizarre to see   That all the hard core rappers are slowly turning r&b   Well pardon me, you contradict yo'self, I see you not perfect yo'self   You like that type music yo'self, stick yo'self   What happened to black men of pride 'nuff men have died   Nowadays what's been applied, in hip-hop is genocide   That's when the rappers go get the clappers   Can't you see they trying to strap us just to trap us, good God it's backwards   One nation under a groove, that's how we move   It'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 I'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