check me out, i'm the first seeded beat murderer/ merk demons/ throw dirt at the feet of these nerds/ they hope they compete it's absurd/ i certainly see em revertin to repeatin verses/ like the key to servin these fiends is aversion to sermons/ that's money/ the modern babel fish universal language shit/ the angles of anguish tangle the fangs of the sanguine bitch/ ya nothing more than a concept that's been disproven/ as soon as ya try to step through they drew ya conclusions for ya/ dispute it and you'll be spewing canines and throwin gang signs a sure-fire way to signal the shooter/ it's high time you knew the truth and it's a hard pill to swallow/ the squad confirm that they ruthless cross any line for the moolah/ move over that soldier talk when you roll the block is a death sentence/ spoelstra could coach ya and you still ain't winnin the pennant/ i stay winnin, mic, pen, or defendant/ im all in it/ you payin small pennance/ the senate's percentage is what i'm after/ bringer of the rapture, mac blaster, tactical hack at ya/ attack with the tact of a black pastor/ bastard i'm that backwards/ and i passed ya, fuck i lapped ya with the tractor beams patched at last yr a hot topic gettin waved by the math master/ if you got more than a dream and a couple of bucks then you're lucky/ the moment the onus is on us opponents'll phone us and trust me/ the weight of the world and the payment of pearls we've been planning on won't wait our fates not assured i've been reigning in words it's a pain but i'm certain the pay-off is worth it and hey i deserve it/ that pay to play garbage that ya pushin is trife kid/ short sighted and long pockets yeah you'll be all right kid/ psyche that back peddlin sipons the trite shit/ your shit crack without the pipe??shittt.. listen i've fuckin mastered the life to the degree that people to pussy to pass me the mic/ always been the dastardly type bastard enlighten the masses/ so tight there ain't shit to squeeze past us/ smash ya to atoms/ shrug em off like i'm atlas/ you been tragic and i will shake spears till you at least fakin the magic/ so the moral honestly is the savage path that you travelin/ got us baffled wonderin where ya lost the little bit of passion that you had son/