[Verse: Grant Ainley]

Can I get a recipe

To be the best emcee

Steadily resting in between the best

And process for registry

Ready and willing

To make a killing on this passion

Wielding a machete

To cut through these latest fashions

These critics leave me asking

If I'll ever be enough

They took a look and started laughing

Like he'll never measure up

This drum tracks a sedative

With a repetitive thump

I had to get my Yzma on

Yelling pull the lever Kronk

Wong lever

They let a lion in the booth

Now I'm wyling on the groove

Is that a lie or the truth

I don't know anymore

I used to think so

But now I'm not so sure

Just a microphone and closed door

Writing more bars

Than a penitentiary

And they're sure locked man

I avoid the elementary