I'm static

Illmatic, stand still manic

Real manic, real panic

[???] I'm skilled at it

If Pill challenge me man, he be killed at it

Seepin' through pores; so problematic

Terrible at keeping the score, you'll see me

Bustin' shit at the battle of the Wounded Knee

Scroungin' through 'em, [goons?] on the [boobies?] tube

[???]'s can't walk straight when the doobie's new

Shoo-be-doo-be-doo Scooby Doo crew [behoove?]

Scared like my little vice grip is too shrewd

Scares like a [???] prices on the movie food

Script it dude, he's my duty dude

I'm in nudey-mood, usin' my noodle

Got the press [steez?] like they are poodles

Got that pitbull jaw, and that pitbull [???]

You do not know what I am made of, like [Menudo?]

I'm Judo; a [???], using Taekwon-doodoo

I'm martial-mixed-arts rolled up in the uno

And I got that pasta, you know, from [???] to Bruno

Covered like Lenny Kravitz, pass me the [???]

But I make ya feel good like the song used in Juno (Probably)

It's such a part of me, I'm partly a protege

A lightly-popped [poppyseed?], you better be cocky

Cause I'm cockin' one back like you tryna' stop me

So make one move and I'll hit [through ya' spores?]

It's great that bass knocks onto ya' front door

Ask you to sign here, [there an'?] no more

With that, he starts to pour through pores

And into your ears with a Gung Ho Force

Bass rattles ears, escavate the cave

[Saves child of 30 cents; a monthly wave???]

And we havin' bass battles over lack-of-stride

Cause Jonwayne be world-thin, and country-wide