(With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's)
(Label me as the mic manipulator)
Well I'm a rhyme regulator, mic manipulator
Pterydactyl, there and back to terminate ya
Super-duper classic for the dickhead gerbel
Kids roll red carpet when I flip fresh verbal
Mathematics have an addict catchin static to learn
Information inflammation formulatin the birds
Heard that kids burn a bit in the arm when life harms ya
For makin negative music and talkin 'bout karma
Mangle methodology through tangled technicalities
Grounding gravity within my range of fresh realities
I rearrange a fallacy to format fruit
God's path is made of math and I explore that boot
I bust rhymes in the shower, plus kill, devour
Must spill the waters of truth to all of the youth
Show em that the mic is like a voice (times ten)
Track-tightenin made a lightenin, that's when choice rhymes blend
Now bring the Battle Star Galactic, my patterns are the tactics
The catalogue is that of a catalyst with data chips
The only additive in audio electron
Neutrons connect protons, select songs
Lexicon, legendary luminescence
Set coordinates for the forrest of human essence
Through intelligent thought I'm never a fraud
My occupation's rockin nations and I treasure the job
It's like that
(Le탧on numero 15)
(Label me as the mic manipulator)
(15탨me le탧on)
(Chez le coiffeur)
(Label me as the mic manipulator)
(Voulez-vous me couper les cheveux, s'il-vous pla탮t?)
(Volontiers, monsieur)
(Label me as the mic manipulator)
(Asseyez-vous, s'il-vous pla탮t)
(Quelle coupe desirez-vous?)
(With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's)
(Measurin the radius like a protractor)
Well I'm the mental motivator, the dialogue demonstrator
Principal professor in the province of pen and paper
Logical legislator, an optical advocator
Philosophical detonator with extra lasers
See a silly slogan slip slow sleuth-like
So subtle satisfaction like a brand new bike
With the chrome spokes, legendary cipher with old folk
Rap is an old moat, I float in that gold boat
Boastin the best cause I'm roastin the rest
Coastin a quest, slow pokes are toast in a test
To a black and white scene I bring the purple tangerine