Intro
Ayo...(whatand's up?)...thereand's a lotta motherfuckers out here
With a style similar to mine nowadays you know what i mean?
(for reals) be tryinand' to like...they infiltrated the camp
And now they they wanna take the style and claim it for they
Owns ya know? (thatand's how you feel?) but iand'mma blowand'em up
and'cause itand's just like whatever you know what iand'm sayinand'? (whatever)
First verse
Itand's too strategical and mathematical
I rotate so fast that i appear invisible
I keep it chemical, but never subliminal
The force centrifugal and spiritual
You got static? get grounded, and'cause iand've mastered electrical
Mostly mental, but donand't sleep on the physical
Ignorance gotand'em chatterinand', one even said i was a son to him
Still my lp is fatter than
His or yours, took a two-year pause
Now that iand'm back on the set my foes drop like hoeand's drawers
In a brothel, only dealinand' with whatand's logical
Applied science left mcand's penetrable
The leaderand'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
[primo scratching]
(unknown): andquot;and to all yand'all crews...whateverandquot;
Second verse
Bound to blow up, but never disintegratinand'
The ultimate mc equation
Ferromagnetic, ask my pops, itand's genetic
Thatand's why iand'm a weedhead and not an alcoholic
Call it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that itand's some form of arithmetic
Hieroglyphic, and'cause you can picture this shit
The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics
Got mcinand' locked down like a convict
Blowinand' up opposition as i maneuver through it
And to make sure itand's overstood, i stick around
Popular like crime in ghetto neighbourhoods
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
[primo scratching]
Lord finesse: andquot;i gotta do my thing...i representandquot;
(unknown): andquot;and to all yand'all crews, whateverandquot;
Third verse
Fire, flames, heat up the competition
Spontaneous combustion, like the popeand's religion
Your style of emceeinand' 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 emceeinand' strikes again
The snake bites again, but iand'm immune to the poisonous
Venom, ask the devil, he knows iand'm dangerous
Freak on the mic, but not sexual
Call me unalike and'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
[primo scratching]
Lord finesse: andquot;i gotta do my thing...i representandquot;
(unknown): andquot;and to all yand'all crews, whateverandquot;
