Yeah, You don't...   Tokyo! Tokyo!   This jam is called...You don't understand      Yo   I do my shit in keyboard heaven, the name of my spy    I got the analog stacked up, my aim is defied   good morning, Japan. Yeah, Ya boy got it locked   like the bathroom when you in it    or your car when it's parked   I'm a dark horse on some George Harrison shit   more releases than some mind    don't care if they hit the top shitty   I mean the top forty, I'm here to pop shortys   it's just me an' my dick we rock for thee   so just continue to appreciate the mammal   well, I bang it on the many moon gonna north league??   You need more, in fact the more that you need   the more I can supply it like weed      [hook]   YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY WAYS, INDEED (it's cool, it's good)       To keep you up to speed I've been freed up & feenin   leanin', teamin', dreamin', gleaming   the fuck I need a chain for? I already shine   anytime, any kind of sound leak, you're my need   I'm gold fingers on the knob you slob   I'm a glutton for the buttons for your ipod, nut job   sluts on the cobb, never sleep on the job   keep a lid off the jar, get off the jaw   what a loss if I were stuck up in an office job   I'm taking melatonin just to sleep   'cause really it's that deep, I'm that nap deprived   rap engineer with a nasty drive      [hook]   YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY WAYS, INDEED (it's cool, it's good)