Ayo, what's up? There's a lotta motherfuckers out here   With a style similar to mine nowadays   You know what I mean? Be tryin' to like      They infiltrated the camp and now they   They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know   But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like   Whatever you know what I'm sayin'?      It's too strategical and mathematical   I rotate so fast that I appear invisible   I keep the chemical but never subliminal   The force centrifugal and spiritual      You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've mastered electrical   Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical   Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him   Still my L P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause   Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers      In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical   Applied science left MC's penetrable   The leader's stroke is apocalyptic   Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics   And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic   Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus      Whatever you want to do, make it clever   Whatever, whatever, whatever      And to all y'all crews, whatever      Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'   The ultimate MC equation, ferromagnetic   Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why I'm a weed head   And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it   Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic      Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit   The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics   Got MC in' locked down like a convict   Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver through it      And to make sure it's over stood, I stick around   Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods   Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down   Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson kids, check it out      So whatever you want to do, make it clever   Whatever, whatever, whatever      I gotta do my thing, I represent   And to all y'all crews, whatever   I gotta do my thing, I represent   And to all y'all crews, whatever   I gotta do my thing, I represent   And to all y'all crews, whatever      [Incomprehensible]   Whatever      Fire, flames, heat up the competition   Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion   Your style of emcee in' is Paganism   Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian      But your niggas soup you up like Lipton   The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again   The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom   Ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous      Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike   'Cause my rhymes are never homo   Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono   Fire burn, Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo      Whatever you want to do, make it clever   Whatever, whatever, whatever      I gotta do my thing, I represent   And to all y'all crews, whatever