Chorus (x2) Yeah - Always trying to stay hot People say that I'm not But they know I won't stop Making my way to the top Verse 1 Catch me, bumping the funk Hear the, thump in the trunk You'll be, stuck in a swamp Face is, left with a lump Like you got hit real fast quick I do it for the giggles, yeah I'm Spitting that slapstick Comedy, prodigy, how many, wanna be, follow me To the ends of the Earth, Australia Wallaby Way Catch us, looking for Nemo Every speech I'm at, I'm the keynote speaker The pillow sleeper The hero seeker Y'all don't know success, ha, but we don't either Read your style like a book dude Always steps ahead, psychic ineptitude The dope structure The hole puncher The soul cutter With no stutter I'm the flow lover I'm the grave digger The grape picker A lame stickler -- always bickering Chorus (x2) Verse 2 Critically thinking Peacefully coexisting Fearlessly cataclysmic and an*lytically tinkering I'm influential Always keeping the tempo Your style's so old it's like, bicentennial I'm your, everyday noncontagious viral throat infection Hear the POWER in my words with the dope inflection Using prowess to tower over competitors Never see me bringing up the rear and that's for sure You can't rap just stop but you could always learn Finish listening to my songs, then you can take your turn Manny Pacquiao always top of the ring Royal purple I'm a Sacramento King I'm from the capital city Where the rapping is pretty Never asked for a milli Kinda have to be silly I'm the untamable unexplainable bad kid Everybody's searching for some swagger, I don't have it though Hook You should take a second to bask in the face of a legend Everybody holds their breath, when they're in my presence Not a reverend, not Jesus, I'm a little bigger I turn water into top shelf liquor Chorus (x2)