Here's your bill now ease back
From Seth G, the wizard of know how
Say what? Yeah, now ease back
Those who whack an' lack my experience
Eardrums drown, the bass pound
Simple potion, through devotion
Ease back, ease back
Bitin' an' writin' an' fightin' for this
In fact, you lack Ultramagnetic skills
On the microphone, holdin' my own ground
Word up, yo, I know what you sayin'
An innovation, elevation, psychin' the nation
Word up, it's time to ease back, you know what I'm sayin'?
Wit his blends, his motions is fastly approachin'
An' perpetrate frauds an' makin' mistakes
Like an amateur but I'm a 20 year veteran
I have it like, I need it like that
Dominatin' forces
In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em
Who go on the mic an' blow on the mic
I'm teachin' my son to ease back, ease back
Biters around, check out the sound
A rhyme so dope you can't think, can't cope
Change the sources, punks takes losses
I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
An' better than includin' the rest of them
To the rear, you hear
What's up? It's me again
Real stupid, we gettin' loop this
Of beats an' rhymes, on time wit my DJ
Continuin' the land of time
Smooth in the mind, more sophisticated
Haven't you heard? This change of rhyme
I'm back, back to smack attack
'Cause I want it like that, I got it like that
How we did it for this one, that one
Yo, forsee, turn the bass down, man
Motivated, as I relate it verbal
I'm a take out a knife, pen an' paper an' write
Full of more nonsense, past tense, incomplete
Dissin' a mouse an' smackin' any gerbil
Shinin', fog lights in the front
It's better like that, I made it like that
I'm Seth G wit a funky blend
When I ease back, ease back
Rockin', slicin', rep is treacherous
For you whack MCs
Word up an' that's why I'm the best MC in the whole wide world
Enough 'cause it's me on the mic
Ducks, who are you really kiddin'?
He's not weak wit anythin' he plays
Feedin' on words, small like a nerd
Now there, we scoop it, instead we rock this
While ducks jock this
Coastin', reachin' higher levels
Beats an' wax, rhymes are facts, bitin' acts
I chew 'em all an' spit out the best of them one by one
I bought a Saab, a 1990 Turbo
You say you're dope, well you're admittin'
For my incredible, highly elevated
It's damagin' my ear canals, man, better yet, man
Leave it how it is, yo, TR, grab the 9
So when you see 'em, you best say hello
I'm by myself, no seats for a stunt
Like a professor, he had perfected this
That you can't compete because you're rhymes are weak
Weap an' learn a new rap style
'Cause your record's no frills
