LYRICS:

nowadays, they say they want me for an album
ev'rybody wants a gift, i'm the kid that found one
Never can I sound dumb, Sendin in the loud drums
It's ya boy makin tracks askin 'Wasn't that fun?'

The labels want me, funny sonny, but I can't go corporate
Cuz music ain't bout money, from-the streets rappers is overwith
I got a flow that hits, but I don't need posters, kid
I'm kickin college knowledge so you'll pick it up and notice it.

And yes you know it's sick, Call me Mr. Yuck
cause I'm poisonous on tracks, whack rappers eat it up

I'm comin calm like a bomb, said I'm funny like AIDS
I'm like the call to your mom when you got caught for rape

Man I'm serious, hearin all this frontin on the mic
is a disgrace to this amazing hip hop bumpin we call life

If you're stuntin that's a strike, got three and youre out
The next rapper with a grill is gettin punched in his mouth!

I been down in the South, I spent my time on the East
I lived in the West where I learned to rhyme on the beat
And now they finally see, how to be findin the heat
So they approach the coldest flowa ask to buy a CD

And yes I'm tryin to eat, but gettin rich ain't motivation
I would rather be a broke emcee, leadin a nation

It just doesn't seem that cool to me, These videos with nudity
misogyny and expensive rented cars and jewelry
I discovered, it's another way that they are foolin the
public cuz they love it so they're droppin outta school to be

tourist industry laborers, see em rock a smile and cap
i can hear em askin "do you want fries with that?"

no i wanna order an espresso with solutions
a che guevara latte, double shot of revolution
the product that i'm choosin shouldn't make me stupid
from hormones, and overtones of pollutants

the FDA is useless, we imbalanced chemically
it's with the way they keep us slaves cuz we all challenged mentally

psychological diseases spread in these implantations
let me ask you what do you think they put in vaccinations?

livin like a vacation in this nation of indulgence
pull this truth out of my head with every tracks divulgence
Isn't it repulsive how we are so impulsive?
I'll preach this on the beat like I be comin from the pulpit

Lyrically I am a sultan, a Prince among paupers
Hearin diamonds in the cut, shinin brighter than imposters
with my fellow hip hoppers there ain't no way for you to stop us
when you hear a spit this sick you know that Poe is the author

on tracks i blow it up proper, unlike the twin towers
rippin on the wax, i can leave it scratchin for hours
don't make it rain, make it shower, bring some pain for the powers
I am what I eat, see these emcees get devoured

You want sweetness, I'm sour. On the joint I am blunt.
When I breathe I see these cowards get the point and they run.
I will destroy with no gun, when I'm employing my lungs
to be syllabically attacking A to Z, 10 thru 1.

And all these brains that seem dumb, signs posted so blatantly
I can see it in your eyes, a lighted sign that reads VACANCY

I know that I would hate to be anybody else
So when I do this music, truth is I just spit for myself

I see a mass of apathetic bodies waiting to be used
There's a lack of active antibodies, zombies ensue
Calmed by a ruse, lead along by the news
These casters are actors! Even their comments are cued!

You think they're sovereign? Truth is they're paid a healthy salary
For a voice and a look that has you watching your calories
So you're missin the fallacy, all these suckers of phallus be
people too, deceivin you like they're not paid hourly

actin like untouchables, these people are liars
the only ones that are untouchable in my mind are minors
but even Rome is holding back the facts from the choir
the Pope's original position was on his knees for a Sire

No, I am not a liar, if I say it, I mean it
Do you really think these rapists give a damn about Jesus?
How can you believe this? You're being deceived kid!
You won't get it til I set the Tek against my head and squeeze it {POP!}