(Verse 1)
I got the best pro manifesto
let the rest know I'll hit them with a special death blow
'cause I see it's duck season again
said the kid is on his grind selling out is like treason to him
he don't need no other reason to win
it's a cold cold world so he writes with anti-freeze in his pen
you talk so loud I knew you had to be whack
I'll spit a verse that'll dispurse you from your battery pack
ask you if you want some more I'm guessing nope
'cause my lyrics so sick you gotta listen to my music with a stethoscope
with confindence like I just jumped out a model's bed
I got the crowd grinning and bouncing like they're bobbleheads
let it be known I'm the reciprocal of typical
seeing through this garbage ain't difficult
'cause as a culture we're in the red like a darkroom
developing images to spark doom you'll hear more remarks soon


(Bridge)


Now hip hop I know one kind
maybe it's coincidence maybe it's by design
rap is done using your brain hip hop is in the mind
it's the music for your life let the two combine
what's real hip hop I only know one kind
what's real hip hop I only know one kind
what's real hip hop I only know one kind
what's real hip hop I only know one kind




(Verse 2)
Heard of direct tv I'm direct emcee
but you don't need to put no dish up to connect with me
I feel like music for the people is my destiny
if what you heard is hollow follow my trajectory
I'll show you light before you thought that it was dim
take their crème de la crème and I'll rip them up limb by limb
when them see me me me heebie geebies running thru their body
to me it's like a hobby slaying rappers that are shotty
cut them off I know they're only bound to drop lies
and I'm on time even tho I'm thinking counterclockwise
keep on babbling until you're blue in the face
or 'till somebody new in the race just blew you to space
listen man every time I'm on stage 4 alarm blaze
have you feeling low like Mexican minimum wage
yo, do something man! That's how your crew be looking
I'm like a hurricane joker you're a whoopie cushion


(Repeat Bridge)


I'm a hip hop paleontologist
I dig it dust it polish it then put it on display for you to acknowledge it
reminiscent to when the rap game was innocent
after listening see if you share the same sentiments
with imminent advancement
they tried to steal my transcripts and have them tested for performance enhancements
but Imma stay above a scandal
I go in front the panel with samples of emcee I manhandled
barely enough to be distinguished
most of them were talking some choppy or some slurred perverted language
but now I know how Mr. Bean sounds
their spit is like a boxer's in a bucket in between rounds
even your boys think you're a pitiful jerk
behind your back they all consider you dirt better listen to my syllables work
next time they might be working to your upper hand
maybe you'll need some verbal help with standing up again