[Verse 1]

It's obvious I got a rocky wrist to compliment my rocky fist

Not Sylvester Stallone but I know when i got a hit

I always strive to be an optimist; see the positive;

See the glass half-full

Even though half the time I don't begin to contemplate on where the hell the bottom is

I guess it's somewhat false confidence

But without it I'd be somewhat less prominent

Plus my brain is where the logic is

So when I'm presented with two negatives I equate them

As if I'm multiplying them

An eye for an eye is my philosophy

As strong as communism was for the Soviets

Apology not accepted, I'm too buys drafting up my reconnaissance

Finding out all of the dodgiest shit that I can find on you

Preparing to drop Hydrogen bombs on you

Like Hiroshima slash Nagasaki's populous, I promise it

Get ready for the Hunterpocalypse

Easy, easy, easy

(Woah man, easy, chill out)

(Nah man, too soon, too soon)

(Step back, step way back)

[Verse 2]

I always strive to be an optimist; see the positive;

See the glass half-full

Even though more often than not I try to break the glass in two

Weigh up the separate parts, not physically, but morally

Sometimes a more conservative view can be more fostering

Even with respect to psychology

But every melody has a harmony

Every drama can be rewritten as a comedy, honestly

The ignorance of today is the entertainment of tomorrowers

I bet they're sitting there in front of their advanced television monitors

Watching the surveillance footage of us primitive prehistoric commoners

Compared to their metropolis consisting of the marketers

And those stupid enough to fall for it

A profit-driven utopia for the higher-ups

And a deceptive destiny for the grovelers

Easy, easy, easy

(Woah, woah woah woah, easy man)

(That's some futuristic shit man)

(Haha, maaate)

[Verse 3]

The ignorance of today is the entertainment of tomorrowers

But then again, look at the evidence

Of technology the archaeologists have found amongst the ancient Egyptian fossils

It's amazing the stuff they carpented

From the pyramids to their pharaoh's sarcophaguses

I couldn't think of a greater task more laborious

If you asked a man the same in a contemporary context

He'd google who he could pay to make it or torrent it

I'm a composer composite with a columnist

Documenting my opinions filtered through my own biases

Religion's hopped out of the bed with Politics

And is now carrying it's love child to the modern-day Sciences

She was too slutty to be monogamous

She could even be the personification of the conceptual succubus

At least Economics has never bothered with her

Maybe that's why it's so coveted

Easy, easy, easy

(I told you to go easy on them man)

(You wanna die bro?)

(Son of a bitch)

[Verse 4]

I'm a composer composite with a columnist

Come and catch me in concert, I'm constantly killing consonants

Goal is killing continents

Dream is killing incompetent commenters

That only see commas when on their computers

Con them in proper sequence, cause a scene at comic conference

Now that's a comic con with immediate comic consequences

The only character known to carry complete consciousness

What you call correct I call common sense

Come again? I'm the master of Cs; a true MC

Provocative when I'm talkative

But a wise man once said it's better to stay quiet

So the choir still believes the possibility you preach what they want you to

Maybe I should just stack my catalog to the ceiling and release the entirety posthumous

Pac and Poppa did it so why shouldn't it apply to me?

My rhymes are better than anything they ever -

(Woah, woah, woah man. What the hell do you think you're trying to do man? These people need to eat. These people need to survive. They got families to take care of man, this ain't no game. This isn't something you play. What the hell do you think you're doing man?)

(Man man, nah, I ain't putting this shit out man. Nah, nah, take the first thing, the second thing, the third, but that, nah, I don't want my name on that man, nah you can't put that shit out man. I don't want to do nothing with that. Nah, that ain't happening, man. Nah.)

(Duuude. Oh my fucking god. Nah that, that shit's tight man. That's, that's just what I'm talking about. Oh that's ... brrr.)

Woah, woah, woah man!