Verse 1: I write lyrics that'll seduce Medusa Produce world insanity, change the human future Pick up the pen without touching it physically And then leak body fluids, pardon my speech Now granted, I'm every murder that happened on the planet Running rampant, I'm making this money to take advantage I rap just like laying in the ghetto on a hammock My metaphors are causing panic, my eyes slanted I just booked a Chinese chick that looks Spanish And me getting head in the car is so romantic Top seat Indian chief that's bout his brief case Cash Flows selling out shows over eBay Press play at ya own risk Watch the game evolve backwards, swallowed by my own gift Without a gun I could still shoot the breeze Every sentence is another disease… 90 Hook (x2): This a time when the rap was so cla**ic Turn a rap fan into addicts The style created was so captive The flow and the beats were like magic Verse 2: Verbal safari in the jungles of illuminati I treat the rhythm like it's origami, or… I treat the rhythm like some strippers at a party I'm smoother than a foreign coffee, b**h get off me Lavish in a lavender Benz, this flow is endless Body music, so I plead the 5th amendment Me, I love the ghetto, but I rhyme with its resentment Free as a sentence, smoking weed at the entrance Black power in the thoughts of Eisenhower Or a plane through the eiffel tower, I'm living c**aine I'm that ni**a in the 80's wit a rope chain Die righteous, but living in the dope game Six cylinder life is all sinister Stab with a prisoner's knife solo enigma The best lyricist has now entered I'm the real around a bunch of pretenders... 90 Hook (x2): This a time when the rap was so cla**ic Turn a rap fan into addicts The style created was so captive The flow and the beats were like magic Verse 3: It is what it is, is life's license, smoking to fight titans I'm better off fighting a Mike Tyson I live what I'm writing, I'm caught between a bullet and a Heineken Illa the Einstein, raps nitrogen Cash out before the Grim Reaper cashes in Life's a b**h, or better yet a Kardashian Each verse is a place where the past begins Spoken acid, wrote it in its natural sin Each rap beyond mars, spit a car jacking This is diction, friction, a new addiction Steps ahead, got it made like I'm Special Ed Or Dapper Dan, super hero rapper man Wrap 'em up like a boxers hand Box cutter, the Illa pops off like a rubber band Bottom line, I'm the man I'm making it do what it do, do what I can Hook (x2): This a time when the rap was so cla**ic Turn a rap fan into addicts The style created was so captive The flow and the beats were like magic