Verse 1:

I love bumping my music, yo

The way I twist the words together like a Seussical

Cause this cat with no hat got foolish flows

Cause I been dropping math since I was two years old

Never learned how start divvying my dividends

To folks I added to top MySpace friends

Cause in the end, all the times we spend

Networking don't equal access to my bank's pin

My ink pen gets Parkinson's

When I feel like Jurassic Park-ing them

An old school beast that be sparking flint

Now watch Fiya works light the dark, you Dig Dug

Cause I swear all I want to do is blow up

Even if you monsters want to show up

And for more points, I make sure I rock them

A true microphone fiend; Twitter that mic and stalk him

Chorus:

Eclectic, each message

Neglected, expected

He wrecked it, you bet it

Inspect it, and check it

Twice and if that don't suffice

Then my advice: hit rewind and open up your mind

That boy is C-R-A-Z-Y, you see

Eccentric me

Verse 2:

Hey little mama, let me whisper in your ear

Tell you a little something that you'll like to hear

If you like instrumentals and the words I say

Just wait 'til you hear my A-L-B-Um

Masterpiece, cause I'm a beast

The vaccine for your itch on you dogs with fleas

Like Condoleezza on Rice, I'm on these beats

Making sure they bump right from the JUMP!

Balling on cue, pooling in chill words

To put the game in my pocket: billiards

Stick it to you with my ill verse

Cause you ain't chalking up to your talk and feel worse

That's for the birds! I'm the dragon, mister

Bust like a Gatling gun, you pistol

I'm making new ideas; you ain't at Vista

Married to the game, if you touch my dame: POW! Right in the kisser

Punchline delivered...

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Verse 3:

You don't know, man, when I go hard

I'm like Roseanne: raising the bar

So John, I'm better than good, man

Cause I use monster ink and it's leaving you shook, man

And that's Deep like the Mobb be

Or the river that you made from your sobbing, sorry

Forget the goon to the goblin

I'm Willy Wonka; Gobstopping is my job, not my hobby

I'd leave you hobbling, if you weren't already lame

And now I'm running the game with the references

Diction very fresh like a breath mint, kid

Not even the best of it

Lyrics in the pocket like unread text messages

Check the script; I have lead role like God in both testaments

That's not to blaspheme, just know that Blast brings

That "Boom Shaka Locka, Shaka Locka" like Tag Team

Chorus