It's Uncle Sam, a.k.a. "What the fuck? He's too dope"

You couldn’t make the crowd jump if you had 2 ropes

An your boy yellin double dutch

I burn through a custom clutch, pedal down, tires burnin & my system up

Aiight - listen up

I'm spittin pissed cuz the system fucked

Ain't like them- they're bout different stuff

It's all good though, I get it

You'd be a ill rapper if you could flow

Forget it

The loop so

Magnetic

I had to get heavy on it

Yup, spitting deadly phonics

Dutches o' that heady chronic

Blue hairs- we call that the Sega Sonic

Citron w/ a splash of tonic

But I never vomit

Act like you been there before

Or head back to the bench and off of the floor

This here's for gamers only

Forget the fakes n phonies

Me n my mic engaged in holy matrimony

Through the good an the bad I stick wit this pen n this pad

Spell it out in ways that you wish that you had

Got my hand on the pulse of this generation

So nothing that I say ever needs an explanation

Unless it wasn’t written for you

In which case you can google my crew

Log on an read up

The more you try to slow us down, the more we speed up

So I'm diggin' out these trenches while your chillin' wit your feet up

Stop look & listen

The man's on a mission

Everyday I strive to improve my position

What about you? How's your current condition?

C'mon talk to me...

Stop look & listen

The man's on a mission

Everyday I strive to improve my position

What about you? How's your current condition?

Nevermind, I could do without the bitchin'