[Intro]

Yo

Yea, give the drummer some

Let’s go!

Yo

[Verse]

When “Peter Piper” picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes

I was learning how to hack across phone lines

I fucked Ma Bell two or three times

Until I started to mature like fine wines

After years of making money in gray areas

The law caught up, I thought that it would bury us

So I turned this power to good, but I barely budged

Same skills, different dollars, shit was hilarious

But it got my foot through the door

Climbed so fast put my foot through the floor

Raced to makе money, I’m done with being poor

Engineer, rap career, nеxt I'm on tour

“It's Tricky”, but I've found a way to manage

My way through this life, never short on cabbage

I’m never p50, I’m far more than average

My CPU is so big call me Charles Babbage

Head to Silicon Valley, just West of Milipitas

All decked out, track pants and “My Adidas”

Whether LOCs or lyrically, I'm only dropping heatas’

Try to copy me, “Walk This Way”, still no way to beat us

Worse if you try, but still somehow survive

Everytime I drop a freestyle, they ask me “Is It Live?”

‘Cause my powerful poems are “Perfection” at its pinnacle

Move the hearts of everyone, arrogant or cynical

Whether big or small, giant or miniscule

Grab it, “Hit It Run” away, reach every individual

Call me a hell raiser, never catch me “Raising Hell”

Unless I'm in your server through an nc shell

Your eyes are in a daze, caught in my amazing spell

A-W-O-L, that's the way that it's spelled…

Whether you be cool as fuck or “You Be Illin’”

Don't be “Dumb Girl”, guy, pup, or kitten

Like in “Son of Byford”, broke down my family tree

Broke down like my public education about history

Run D.M.C. filled the gaps, teachers taught me jack

Learned less from books than from “Proud to be Black”

[Outro]

Shout out Run D.M.C

Raising Hell. No skips