[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind
I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified
Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman
All wrapped up in the body in one human
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris
When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon
I'll smack you wit a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after looking at your CAT scan
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman
And stalk my own rap fans
I'm like a madman fighting a war
Throwing lightning rods, swinging lightning swords
Blow you away with a force that'll leave your body lost
Gone, nothin to mourn, nothing to do a autopsy on
I rock till I can't rock no more
Till I can't get no motherfucking props no more
Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour
Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more
I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grinding
Claws rip through walls of cast iron
I slap fire at a hoodlum, pull out steel and start shooting
I clap iron like Duke Nukem
Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped
Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs
Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim
Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit
Yo, yo, yo
Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind
I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified
Nicola Tesla an', Jon Von Neuman
All wrapped up in the body in one human
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris
When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon
I'll smack you wit a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after looking at your CAT scan
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman
And stalk my own rap fans
I'm like a madman fighting a war
Throwing lightning rods, swinging lightning swords
Blow you away with a force that'll leave your body lost
Gone, nothin to mourn, nothing to do a autopsy on
I rock till I can't rock no more
Till I can't get no motherfucking props no more
Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour
Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more
I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grinding
Claws rip through walls of cast iron
I slap fire at a hoodlum, pull out steel and start shooting
I clap iron like Duke Nukem
Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped
Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs
Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim
Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit
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