[Hook]

I C-H-U-U-W-E-E L-O-V-E to E-M-C-E-E

Get L-O-V-E just to R-O-C-K the M-I-C

Indefinitely

How you figga?

You read to go pound for pound

With this nigga?

I'm layin niggas down with pounds

Like 1-2 and you don't stop

Mic check 1-2 you don't stop

[Verse 1]

Here I am Here I am like Sam I Am

I like my cheese and my greens don't do eggs nor SPAM

I broke the levee with my pencil now I'm flowing a dam

I give a fuck for how you feel nigga

I keeps it real, best to chill nigga

Cause you don't want to see it spill

On the bumper and the grill

In front of the bar & grill

Quick with the lethal way of spitting and it will kill

One blow from the champion you'll know how pavement feels

Still I proceed to tell niggas indeed

It is me! The fucking human rap machine

I'm after C.R.E.A.M. it's destroying everything around me

And still it seems

They don't see I'm one profound MC

You human beings got me fucked up

I'm coming from higher up-up

Been shitting on niggas since '01

Like a junk yard and a dump truck

What the fuck's up?

When we step in niggas get fucked up

What you niggas really want to do with your guns stuck?

[Hook]

"As for the excellent porcelain astrolabe - ast... -Abe, there's an 'e' in there, astrolAbe - which miraculously arrived in precise working condition after its perilous journey 'round the tit - uh, tiP, oh dear that's a 'p,' heh..."

'I set it up directly, having once aligned it upon the celestian doggy, the sights aroused me, and I was seized by a'

"Transport of scientific rapture! And whilst a happy prisoner of this unhappy state..."