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