[Intro: Barack Obama]
No hacker should be able to shut down our networks, steal our trade secrets, or invade the privacy of American families
[Verse 1: Matthew Lovett]
First comes Adams, then Mirua Anjin
You ought to take away the mic before I go off like on tangent
Off like a blast from the artillery cannon
Off like the light's inside a vampire's mansion
My poetry's explosive and might go off at random
Call the bomb squad to defuse my scansion
Got a Rival Poet though I'm of worthier pen
A Bonita Berryman who can thrust-and-parry them
I'm dropping more bombs than a comedian's set
You're pris entre my lyrically dense baguettes,
Eloquence in poetry that ridicules all your babbles
I ain't over easy, I turn these eggs scrambled
I'm an Ursa Major with a minor in Alioth
Star-circle beatnik not square like washcloth
My black coffee brought in Libra cups, paid in star-bucks
Even Harry Houdini couldn't keep me in these handcuffs
Be in the know who's gonna knock down Jericho
I did the math on my Casio with my elbows
So watch your back, don't make a wrong turn
I'm twice as Sanders, giving out third degree burns
When I churn the chaotic ma** with my mic
Droppin Onogoro on the track, downright
The tightest rapper burning up in fahrenheit
Moves tectonic plates giving the Richter scale spikes