Verse 1:
I love bumping my music, yo
The way I twist the words together like a Seussical
Cause this cat with no hat got foolish flows
Cause I been dropping math since I was two years old
Never learned how start divvying my dividends
To folks I added to top MySpace friends
Cause in the end, all the times we spend
Networking don't equal access to my bank's pin
My ink pen gets Parkinson's
When I feel like Jura**ic Park-ing them
An old school beast that be sparking flint
Now watch Fiya works light the dark, you Dig Dug
Cause I swear all I want to do is blow up
Even if you monsters want to show up
And for more points, I make sure I rock them
A true microphone fiend; Twitter that mic and stalk him
Chorus:
Eclectic, each message
Neglected, expected
He wrecked it, you bet it
Inspect it, and check it
Twice and if that don't suffice
Then my advice: hit rewind and open up your mind
That boy is C-R-A-Z-Y, you see
Eccentric me
Verse 2:
Hey little mama, let me whisper in your ear
Tell you a little something that you'll like to hear
If you like instrumentals and the words I say
Just wait 'til you hear my A-L-B-Um
Masterpiece, cause I'm a beast
The vaccine for your itch on you dogs with fleas
Like Condoleezza on Rice, I'm on these beats
Making sure they bump right from the JUMP!
Balling on cue, pooling in chill words
To put the game in my pocket: billiards
Stick it to you with my ill verse
Cause you ain't chalking up to your talk and feel worse
That's for the birds! I'm the dragon, mister
Bust like a Gatling gun, you pistol
I'm making new ideas; you ain't at Vista
Married to the game, if you touch my dame: POW! Right in the kisser
Punchline delivered...
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Verse 3:
You don't know, man, when I go hard
I'm like Roseanne: raising the bar
So John, I'm better than good, man
Cause I use monster ink and it's leaving you shook, man
And that's Deep like the Mobb be
Or the river that you made from your sobbing, sorry
Forget the goon to the goblin
I'm Willy Wonka; Gobstopping is my job, not my hobby
I'd leave you hobbling, if you weren't already lame
And now I'm running the game with the references
Diction very fresh like a breath mint, kid
Not even the best of it
Lyrics in the pocket like unread text messages
Check the script; I have lead role like God in both testaments
That's not to blaspheme, just know that Blast brings
That "Boom Shaka Locka, Shaka Locka" like Tag Team
Chorus