Superior people use superior skill
 We can defeat any congressional bill at will
 The hip hop nation will prevail
 all problems in society with inner city philosophy
 The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me  no doubt
 Executed properly
 I bigin to shout out  splat out approximately
 three single syllable words per second
 like I am God  you are God, we are God, forget it
 Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
 Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind
 With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
 At the end of time, I'll be in my prime
 Read the sign, men, rhymin
 like an oratorical shymin
 I look still but I'm climbin
 Newsflash here's the latest findin
 Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
 Hip-hop displays art
 The highest level of mental expression, play your part

 Hook:

 I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)
 Everybody knows

 All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
 with their two car garage just like El DeBarge
 It's played out, fadin out, over
 Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
 I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
 Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
 Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
 Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
 with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin
 linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin
 But I'm already in 1999
 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
 Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
 Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
 I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
 positivity, purger of sensibility
 to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
 O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
 I rock way hard you can't get wit me
 or go wit me or float wit me
 Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
 Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme
 It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
 forget tryin ta get mine
 I went from the park with my arc in the dark
 A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
 Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way
 If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today
 Run away, run away, run away....little boy
 Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
 Noise is what I hear
 when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
 The blast master's here!

 Hook (x2)

 Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
 I see my schedule it's open-ended
 I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
 What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
 Now the teacher you retrudge
 Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
 You'll get railed like the sleeper
 No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
 that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
 you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild
 This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
 or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}
 Your reflex's slow like a turtle
 Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
 Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst
 I verse, I burst sua
 Into a million children
 in Tiananmen buildings
 Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
 Enough of this reteric let's start building