[Scratched KRS One sample]   New types of verbal Hip-Hop I bring      [Senim Silla]   Here's that other shit that y'all ain't discovered yet   Yes, I'm running it, like the government   Hint, hint, Erik B nominated me for President   And my pockets is holding treasury   Every cent   These styles is unknown truth   Like where Clark Kent goes   When Superman steps out the phone booth   Up, up and away goes the tape and show state   My mind and mouth should have came with a cape   And now Lois Lane wants a date   My fame rates higher than my pulse that's false   I'm so damn excited I made the Pointer Sisters silent   Make a pacifist get violent   The rhythm tyrant   Ansilla the Hun   Hold mics hostage with a terrorist tongue   In exchange for a handsome sum   Going down like Young Guns   In a blaze of glory before we're done      [Scratched KRS One sample]   New types of verbal Hip-Hop I bring      [Senim Silla]   Rappers antagonists come to aggravate   Hip-hop, herald of life, I actuate   My haikus increasingly broaden your IQs   I assess   So now I'm going (Senim?) to test   Through the elimination process   Who can contest   Working poetry in progress   Be it world tour or conquest   So I embark on this expedition   In Napoleon tradition I'm a small man with complex expositions   Marvel of exhibitions   Can you stand the rain of this edition?      [The Anonymous]   If you want to stay in the kitchen   Quit bitching   Me and my henchmen   Trigger fingers itching   Shoot the gift like Mitch Richmond   New inventions   My intention's   To take Hip-hop to new dimensions   Did I fail to mention   We wig-splitting?   So all you Hip-hop heads probably need stitching   Tricky like Samantha Bewitching   MCs be wishing   They could stop my flow   There's no prevention      [Scratched KRS One sample]   New types of verbal Hip-Hop I bring      [Sample]   Tilt your head back and look at the Stars      [Senim Silla]   We back on the scene like herpes   Stronger than Hercules   Able to rock crowds from nurseries to Universities   My beats and rhymes perfectly   Configurate like figure-eights   You would think the mic was figure skates   My soul on ice   Tonya Harding couldn't touch it   Pop it in your Benz or your bucket   Walkman's or boombox   From the suburbs to boondocks   From skyscrapers to Green Acres   Hear my tunes knock   You name it   We done it   Strike the mic and keep it rolling   Like we bowling three hundred   Three fifteen   Sold to the highest bidder   I flow like the Tigris river   I just give ya   More reasons to call us your favorite Emcees   Like Binary Star riffing rhymes over these   Compositions   You would do the same if you was in our position   But you ain't, so stop and listen   Platinum sales is not the mission   I seek and destroy my opposition   Including anything that make me not want to listen   Wack Emcees   With they weak-ass discussions   So-called producers with they cheap-ass productions   Labels need to chill with they Clark Gable deals   I get down like people in tornado drills   So while you blowed away with the bull-istic soldier   I lay low, waiting for the winds to blow over      [Scratched KRS One sample]   New types of verbal Hip-Hop I bring   ...   I'm in a different category      (scratch to outro)