Bosco Money possessin knowledge if you seek it  Make you understand my language even though you probably don't speak it  I came specifically to freak it  Always eat my Wheeties, so I don't feel peaked  When it's time to pick up the mic and rhyme, I do  So I can prove to you that mom duke came through  With a strong son  And if it's time to have fun  I treat the mic like a gun  Pull the trigger  Transform, and get bigger  I'm the man that make you peep the rhyme and say  "Damn!" - don't think I'm not, when I am  Underrated, frequently imitated  But never outdated, and yet I'm alienated  Because they say I'm 180 instead of bein full-circle  Anti - yo, I came from the sky  So catch a brainstorm and kill that  I ain't tryin to hear it  The rhyme fits your mind so nice, you wanna wear it    [ CHORUS ]  I'm winnin, cause I'm in it to win it  You think I'm not, when I am?  I'm winnin till I'm grinnin  It's almost like I'm sinnin  I'm a winner from the beginnin    I can't be part of this nonsense  Of black versus white, or vice versa  Growin worse everday, in no way  Becomin better, I rather be a trendsetter  And stay ahead of the rest  Who underestimate my brain matter  Let the truth scatter, manifest some data  And drop it, like Harry Truman dropped the A bomb  Or Nixon dropped troops in Vietnam  And while I'm on the subject of presidential thinkin  Clock lots of Jacksons, cause my thoughts is Lincoln  Not sinkin like a raft, cause I'm cooler than Shaft  And my wisdom is refreshing like a frosty draft  Ale, and I will not fail to prevail   Until they throw me in jail  I woulda went to Yale, but I didn't get accepted  Know why? I didn't apply...    [ CHORUS ]    Play me like a tape, and memorize my melody  Layin, relayin, portrayin, conveyin and sayin  What I mean, and like Vaseem  Clear out your eyes, so you can see  Society's been selling you a dream  Schemin on your self-esteem  It got you sweatin a lifestyle the magazines  Seem to make real  But tell me, what's the deal  Have you become of victim of the media appeal?  I have, best believe I'm not jokin  Cause like the Marlboro Man, my rhymes are smokin  Pokin hoes and societal woes I'm lookin in  Is yet another way I unmistakably win  So hip yourself to my tip  I'm packin the house like a ceb  Tonight I'm trippin like Greyhound  >From town to town  Droppin the knowledge most profound    [ CHORUS ]