A lyrical style that transcends boundaries,

Crossing over 'cause I found these styles and sounds free

Of mainstream taming

There's no one else for blaming so I took responsibility

For the same thing as the sucker in the white hood,

The brother in the hoodie killed the white supremist goodie-goodie

A battered brother's blood is on my hands

'Cause the man in the grandstand tried to rub it off when he

Snubbed a soft follower that followed his or her commands

And got beat like a bitch in heat -- Goddamn

Now that my pitch fell what the hell?

The style's too complex to be vexed by a simple minded sucker

Can you tell?  I doubt it so you'll catch an enema

Hose running through your head cleaning out your dreads

Or cleaning out your wallet the scheming sex fiend

You ain't jack shit and never amounted to a hill of beans



You're running around in circles and I'm lurking in the dark

You're more oblivious to my lyrics than Lois is to Clark

Wake up to the show like Sway and Tech in California

If your album flops, no excuses 'cause I warned ya:

Using the same style throughout every record

Will burn your fans out you gots to come unexpected

Come with the new flavor for they ears

Cause they'll buy more records if they like what they hear

Simple economics: it's the bomb, it'll sell

It's weak as shit, freaking send the shit to hell

Sign yourself to Warner Brothers and sign your life away

Major label deals appeal to those like Dr. Dre

Motherfuckers with the same sorry ass sound

High pitch synth squeals and cheesy drum pounds

I'll call you Barbie 'cause you're like a nude toy

Messin' with the Laze: the roughest rude boy



Draw the battle lines 'cause the battle rhymes are coming

We'll rhyme, pour a drink, and eat dinner while we humming

Check out the jazz beat that's flowing down the Music River

I'm about to give an enema to the public

They dub this and bootleg it many times

But many rhymes are stored and if not I'll freestyle

Meanwhile, others be searching for a meaning

Me defeated?  Please... pinch yourself you must be dreaming

Huh, I'll never be taken down by any fool

'Cause any fool would know that many ladies drool

Over the Laze 'cause the praise I deserve

Can't be expressed by a predicate, noun, or verb

A master of the English language and the linguists

Say "this thing can't be from here"

Cause I'm cunning and I be running for office,

Rhymes out the orifice, time to pass off this mic (check it)