Ayo, from the Temples of Tibet, to the pyramids of Kimet
The genelect intellect, it connects every root of civilization

We symbolize nations and pitimize the creation
Designed to wire station, peep the wise architecht


What's up son, I told ya'll, Protect Ya Neck
That was back in Born Three, born understanding, and my %#@! is expanding
Aiyo worldwide exclusive

We got the Zig-Zag-Zig-Allah, puzzled like a jigsaw
My man J-Love, comin' down from the heavens above
About to splash ya mutha$#&@as with a phat $$# mixtape

You can't escape, it's like a date rape
I might bust that grape, with the apple head, if your legs get spread
If your ears open to the size of a cymbal

Yo, check it out, I got buckwild rhymin' style
Most ^!$$%s that cannot resamble
But you use to be, a bad mutha$#&@a, but can't $#&@ with me

And you, you used to be, a dope M.C.
And you, used to be, a pretty $$# (*##$
And you, used to be a live $$# player

And you, used to be, on some ol' buckwild %#@!
But you fell victim to the devil, to the C-Cypher Punks and all that %#@!
And you just walking around with your mutha$#&@in' head in cloud nine and %#@!

It's the Birth of a Prince! Aim for the ^!$$% born like me, ever since
Two thousand B.C., be happy when ya'll see me
I'm the G to the O, to the O, to the digga-digga-digga D

Phat $$#...