yo, say you spray demeanor when you're faying like Tina   quit the sic-talking with kids bopping, so float on   hip-hop is so on, can't miss it in the sitcoms   and the big problem arises when it's me that super-sizes   who's riding? who's rising? who's writing about it?   there's more than one bible if your into soundwaves   nowadays, i'm live-in', i mean "living" in the live   on the stage while performance and no, it ain't wise   ever put a hooker on a chorus? keep your brain wet   on the cut like a swordfish   street kids lived in bars, half-orphans   a crew that needs 5 mics...whatchu doin trying to source us?   well, you see how that went and i went like George did   where "everybody knows my name"   usually not my bourne one with short sons and tall daughters   don't bother, do much more than pour bottles      i gotta new religion, well don't read into it   in fact, don't read, don't write, don't type, don't hype   don't prop, don't talk, don't bite, don't don't   you won't won't make a double negative   another relative in a long line of open-minded intelligence   which felt like mic stands in exhausted right hands   hey!...i'm just kidding, i'm jayson kidding around   like my wife beats me up and my mistress takes me down   good clean fun from the last arbiter of sound   and i talk in dirty verse and possessive pronouns   now sit, it use to be "i wanna be your dog"    now it's "who let the dogs out?" you wanna call out   big red hands, i'm new killer fallout   stall now, dilators stick to me like flypaper   time of day, no time to date   this goes out the criming cause in china    pages water ella flambe....in their veins      yo it's silly how they get bro, all rappers talk about   is they're condition like Lenny from "Memento"   heart made of arson, try to play me don't start son!   beats on the daily like Carson, beats so they play me on Carson   or do i mean Leno? No, Conan, cut it out! get with the program   for as long as i've lived, i'd say i've been a barstare   don't try to play me out, it's just not Renaissance Fair   i'm costume baller, dressed like a grown-up   i'm a weather balloon that just got blown-up   i told the homie Jon, made albums just records   we don't play chess, only play checkers   he hears my songs and later wants to see the verses   so i hang with the idiot like i was Ian Curtis   the boy likes your hair but why do you wear   a buckle on your dresses? please explain it to me, Jess