[Verse 1] [acapella]
Yo yo yo
Now ain't nobody $#&@in wit the mastermind

I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified
Nickel and Teslin, 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 $$#

Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon
I'll smack you wit a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan

In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman
And stalk my own rap fans
I'm like a madman fightin a war

Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords
Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost
Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on

I rock till I can't rock no more
Till I can't get no motha$#&@in 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 grindin
Claws rip through walls of cast iron

I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin
I clap iron like Duke Nukeum
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


[Chorus]
If you the first ^!$$% that laugh

I'll blow you in half
The first ^!$$% to talk trash
I'ma blow you in half

The first ^!$$% to show your $$#
I'll blow you in half
The first time'll be your last

Cuz I'ma blow you in half

[Verse 2]

Yo check it beat comes in
I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not

Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves
Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape
Manipulatin space in large proportions

Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin
About %#@! like supernatural forces
Gnomes and theories and superstring theories

Most of you motha$#&@ers barely
Even understand the English language, much less think clearly
When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell

Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt
I researched my roots, lookin for proof
The best place to hide a lie is between two truths

The aftermath of a nuclear blast
When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph
I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass

Reach your epitab and bury your $$#
As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly
I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke


[Chorus x2]