Yo, I'm lyrically logical
You bastards are spiritually horrible
Call me Ramesses the first
I taught the Pharaoh's how to quench their blood thirst
By far I'm unique
Forget what these callus cowards speak
Smokin herbs with Sasquatch cousins in the Himalayas, leaping from mountain peaks
Learnin levitation
Through meditation
Of rhyme sayers
Minds got layers
Like that of onions
I keep kids on their toes like bad bunions
Sharp as a ginsu
Observin the crowd's of dumb youngins
I might miss you with a metaphor
But I'll be sure to hit you with the floor board
I'm really a peaceful man
Full of peace and hate, you wouldn't understand
War Lord's don't see the bigger plan
I sit back playing dumb with pen in hand
You could slit throats
While I fit notes
Countin C notes
Smellin Bar B Q as your peeps roast
Your fleets pose no threat
So my feet never rose, to the occasion
Call me hit man cuz killin tracks is my occupation
Keepin smart kids occupied with what I'm sayin
Occupying your country to claim as my nation