I'm talking bout nothing but pure D badness
 My acceleration is compatible to a bima
 My pockets looking greener, from the funky cold medina
 Don't tell me bout the things that you done did cause I done did it
 Don't tell me bout the skins that you done hit, cause I done hit it
 And once I rock these, with a style that's cock deis
 Good God, I get the crowd together like knock knees
 Now, I don't act hard, I just mack hard
 Baggin' video looking honeys with the big back yard
 Yes lord, girls I'm gamin' leaving the microphone flamin'
 Throwing up hip-hop signs cause that's the set that I be claimin'
 Guerilla war fares for those who love to pull your card
 Grimies from Fort Green to Malcolm X Boulevard
 Now, if that's what you're hoping then it's the wrong things you're scopin'
 I may not rap bout slittin no throats but trust me kid I'll get you open

 Verse 2
 Here comes a taste of the rawness, like you never saw this
 Once I grip the cordless, my victory is flawless
 Chaos and havoc, lyrically psychopathic
 At times get pornographic, lord man I gots to have it
 Then I commit to hit you with this composite that's ultimate
 Too legit splendid come get wit' it for your comfort
 But then sloppily, rappers try to copy me
 Take pieces of my property, and use it all unproperly
 And probably, been focusing a while to copy my style
 But child what I'll compile is too versatile
 I'm too superior, it's sort of like comparing a
 Spanking new Desert Eagle to a rusty little derringer
 But skip the tool, let's try to deal here with the jewel
 That I'm droppin on you, now let me take you all to school
 You see, to graduate in hip-hop you must be smart
 And no you don't have to know how to paint to make your rhymes a form of art
 Poetry and literature is what makes this English fanatic
 Now dig this, I drop science but still deal with mathematics
 And since I don't be dealing with what's considered a mystery
 I learned the dead presidents to pass American History
 Got my degree in rapology
 Hip-hop had to set me free, look mom, a real emcee
 So you want yours now, well don't get caught with your drawers down
 Cause word life, this industry is half corrupt just like the Dogg Pound

 Verse 3
 Rap godfather
 Oh goodness gracious, you better make it spacious
 For the vivacious, ostentatious, who feel courageous?
 I put it on them using my tongue as a sword
 But at times get broader than broad for those who insist to get floored
 Whatever it takes to see your nerve gone, and word born
 Black Caesar gonna get his swerve on
 My name should be referred to in medical terms
 Cause I get way up in the cut and I'm talking way worse than germs
 You like to chase it playin catch like Tom & Jerry
 But on the contrary, I'd rather sip the Dom Peri
 Lay back in harmony, because it's so bizarre to see
 That all the hard core rappers are slowly turning R&B
 Well pardon me, you contradict yo'self, I see you not perfect yo'self
 You like that type music yo'self, stick yo'self
 What happened to black men of pride ?nuff men have died
 Nowadays what's been applied, in hip-hop is genocide
 That's when the rappers go get the clappers
 Can't you see they trying to strap us just to trap us, good god it's backwards
 One nation under a groove, that's how we move
 It's time to teach the youth get it together show and prove
 Me no run with the gun or speak of none for action
 When you get done scream I'm the one, it looks like an illusion
 I deal with equality so never call my brethren son
 Yes mon, me got mad flava just like jerk chicken