I apologize for the verse.
I didn't have time to rehearse;
had to watch Newman go out in a hearse.
Still, I'll edit out the curses
and come clean like I never been inside
ladies' purses.
I blend with church pews
as much as streets
cause I blend with beats
the way few do--
like Bruce Lee and kung fu;
I'm a chameleon like Napoleon--
I attack by land and sea.
Land my fist like a check on a list.
Mic check...1...2 what is this?
I was never one for Trix.
I'm more rabbit than kid.
I'm magic. I shoot birds dead.
Other emcees are flocks of seagulls--
one hit wonders and dull
like white bread with no crust.
I'm all ivory. I'm elephant tusk.
Fools cut off their nuts
to get on verses with me,
but I'm no Leopold,
so I put fools on hold,
always been more a fan of berries,
like cherries,
especially when the bass pops
and I ride it to the top,
like prayers to heaven--
I get humble when air turns to wind,
and I see all our heads nod
like we were talkin' to God.
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