You know tha deal PUNK. Was mixin with some nice international flavor instrumentals and then busted some lyrics.

[Intro] [Ladies and Gentlemen… What you are about to experience is none other… Than the greatest performer in the world… The eigth and ninth wonders of the world More amazing than Houdini, greater than the dalai lama His rhyming skills are more acrobatic than the Blue Angels Sharper than a punch by Muhammad Ali This…ladies and gentlemen Is not your ordinary MC… This, is a revolution… A worldwide takeover, More prolific than the Ming Dynasty These are some BEATS, that will seriously bust YO CHOPS] [Verse 1] Yo, I gibbidy get this thang bumpin like chicken pox Run around whistling like a stovepot It’s on I wreck dis song like Ghengis Khan I’m gon make you move like a chess board pawn Like a prawn, it’s shelled hard like that And as a matter fact the mic won’t be intact cause I open my trap and start to spits my rap like jackhammers goin in the middle of ya nap You like, Damn this here is oh so live Before I heard of this however did I survive Yes please believe I’m providing life support I wash out the shit that makes ya lungs contort Of course, I hit it heavy like blood sports Or I can get analytical like a book report I just want the planet in the palm of my hand When I spit for fans I illustrate like crayons Wit words, it’s like an urban mural up on the concrete Obsolete never, I can tackle any endeavor I like to picture myself as DaVinci or Van Gogh Paintin my portraits wit a simple word flow Cause the act of expression can be strong like bombs Literally metaphysically rightin the wrong And when I say it’s on once I pronounce this song I mean explosively like a pipe bomb [Verse 2] Explosive, captivating, when you hear this you’ll act a mani..ac Your back, will never touch the wall, you’ll be dancing all around, and this y’all May, knock off a toupee, beats so sweet it causes tooth decay Can’t ya feel it? This is magic right here Hip hop is back, man, have no fear [But, hey, if you remember anything at all If you remember anything, remember this] Yo, hip hop is music, no it ain’t no gimmick Why you tryin to put that shit all up in it It’s culture, yeah it’s more than rap So you better get ready Ima take it straight back It goes back to the days of flat top fades When shell toed shoes were just all the rage There was poppin and lockin, and MC battle raps The only thing twisted was spraypaint bottle caps There was scratchin, dancin to breaks, and Kurtis Blow And MCs not concerned wit their cash flow When KRS, Slick Rick and Flav were all that The crowds in the street were movin to boom bap [Verse 3a] Sometimes I don’t even know what to do, These beats are so crazy they’ll turn your mind to stew. Some beef broth and a potato here and there, Your mind will taste so good I’ll just rip off your hair, Sell the recipe and become a millionaire. I swear, I’ll eat you like a grizzly bear That’s the way it is here makin’ money of the dead. That’s why your goin’ down, ass pumped full o’ lead. [Verse 3b] I stay spittin it gritty and raw always the better for y’all Slick wit dem metaphors from here down to Darfur I just gotta spit the truth y’all MC’s annoy me I‘m gonna take over but who’s ‘gon anoint me See the problem lies in that without a major deal Your shit gets played off and slipped like a banana peel But guess what? I ain’t easy like dat Lyrics resonate like Frank Thomas swingin the bat [Verse 3c] Damn man, whatchu think I ain’t got a master plan I always be ferocious wit the mic in my hand I ain’t playin, I grab your throat wit my hand But like sand, you slip away and hide in a clam But I’m not a bad guy I’m just misunderstood, But that’s how it is living in the Lafayette hood. My house is so small it can’t even hold these rhymes, But sometimes I gotta use ‘em to get away from these crimes. [Verse 3d] My rhymes split heads wide open like watermelons Like Dr. Scholl’s they gellin, straight like Magellan I’ma convicted felon ‘cause I spit ice water And when I open my mouth I commit MC slaughter I rock you like no other, MC at heart I’m poppin outta first gear while you cats can’t even start So when you get in a battle and get ripped apart I ain’t bailin you out, like San Andreas you’re at fault