I'm static
Illmatic, stand still manic
Real manic, real panic
[???] I'm sk**ed at it
If Pill challenge me man, he be k**ed at it
Seepin' through pores; so problematic
Terrible at keeping the score, you'll see me
Bustin' sh** at the battle of the Wounded Knee
Scroungin' through 'em, [goons?] on the [b**bies?] tube
[???]'s can't walk straight when the doobie's new
Shoo-be-doo-be-doo Scooby Doo crew [behoove?]
Scared like my little vice grip is too shrewd
Scares like a [???] prices on the movie food
Script it dude, he's my duty dude
I'm in nudey-mood, usin' my noodle
Got the press [steez?] like they are poodles
Got that pitbull jaw, and that pitbull [???]
You do not know what I am made of, like [Menudo?]
I'm Judo; a [???], using Taekwon-doodoo
I'm martial-mixed-arts rolled up in the uno
And I got that pasta, you know, from [???] to Bruno
Covered like Lenny Kravitz, pa** me the [???]
But I make ya feel good like the song used in Juno (Probably)
It's such a part of me, I'm partly a protege
A lightly-popped [poppyseed?], you better be co*ky
Cause I'm co*kin' one back like you tryna' stop me
So make one move and I'll hit [through ya' spores?]
It's great that ba** knocks onto ya' front door
Ask you to sign here, [there an'?] no more
With that, he starts to pour through pores
And into your ears with a Gung Ho Force
Ba** rattles ears, escavate the cave
[Saves child of 30 cents; a monthly wave???]
And we havin' ba** battles over lack-of-stride
Cause Jonwayne be world-thin, and country-wide