Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him
But your niggas soup you up like Lipton
Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson kids, check it out
The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics
And to make sure it's over stood, I stick around
They infiltrated the camp and now they
In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical
Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical
Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'
I keep the chemical but never subliminal
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Your style of emcee in' is Paganism
And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it
It's too strategical and mathematical
Applied science left MC's penetrable
Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers
'Cause my rhymes are never homo
Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why I'm a weed head
You know what I mean? Be tryin' to like
The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom
So whatever you want to do, make it clever
Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic
Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver through it
Whatever you know what I'm sayin'?
Ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous
Whatever you want to do, make it clever
And to all y'all crews, whatever
Got MC in' locked down like a convict
I gotta do my thing, I represent
The leader's stroke is apocalyptic
And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic
Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit
The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again
[Incomprehensible]
Fire, flames, heat up the competition
Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike
The force centrifugal and spiritual
I gotta do my thing, I represent
Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono
Whatever you want to do, make it clever
You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've mastered electrical
And to all y'all crews, whatever
Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics
Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus
Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods
The ultimate MC equation, ferromagnetic
Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian
Fire burn, Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo
Whatever
They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know
I gotta do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever
I rotate so fast that I appear invisible
But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like
Whatever, whatever, whatever
I gotta do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever
Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion
Still my L P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause
