You puny protozoa you're so minute you didn't know the
Gang has been watching but instead of just squashing you
I'm scooping you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a cheif chemist all the sciences are following
Planned it to examine you on a petrie dish
Sticking you and fricking you just a tiny bit
I'm clever wit science but never reliant
Unfalse words from cowards who forever be trying
Insisting they come off, I let them get some off
They come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get number
Blockbusting, like making love, I never stop thrusting
Into your system so just listen
I'm like a neurosurgeon operating wit ?(a fear of version)?
I write perscriptions of words that fit in
Then go catch my stride as I kick it live
'Cause it's more that a style, it's conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is to project that I mean this
You deadbeat, wait until you see my next feat
I get respect for the rep when I speak
Check the technique
Check the technique...see if you can follow it
I'm rushing you like a defensive end as I recommend
That you comprehend, I could stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what will it throw
It'll be ?(the poor picture)? of you're immature
Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur
To rudely awaken you, I then'll be breaking you
Taxing without asking and tracking and snaking you
Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr
By far we are truely gifted ones, son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us losing
You be dying, trying to face the fate of your delusions
'Cause miscalculation is all you're stating
So I'm chumping, punting punks just like footballs
'Cause I wanna put you all back in the messhall
To clean up the slop and stop all the bullcrap
Your rap's crazy wack so don't try to pull that
you're lacking the vernacular, I'm slapping ya and capping ya
And closing your jaws 'cause you can't mess wit G
