Jay Hart, Buddha Monk, it's your boy Master Ace, M .A., let's go!
Panorama rap, people from multiple sides Four dimensions, full of tension and cultural pride
My invention's an extension that force you to ride With the windows down, those clowns toss them aside
Like onions on a salad, them sounds are invalid I got something for your palate that's actual talent
They be screaming on the track when in fact they be silent You listen to the best music and I act like I'm Khaled
Another one, fall back till this brother's done Here for the long haul, like Scatman Crothers run
My voice dance on these tracks like doing the Boogaloo Every time out, you hear something new in the vocal
Read between the lines, see what I do to insult you Intimidate, eliminate your whole crew and approach you
These are fighting words dressed in a spiritual tux Hole in the game in the lyrical clutch, let's go!
Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset
Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset
I'm a lumberjack knocking rappers down like bang timber We playing spades and I'm holding every gang member
In the palm of my hand like I'm King Simba You close small little boy like you King Jimba
Reezy, rappers are in jeopardy still If I don't get you then the deputy will
This is what you call a specialty skill And I feel good all over like I'm Stephanie Mill
Or Patrice Rush and this percussion is work for discussion Head trauma flow, give the whole earth a concussion
A cast gang couldn't protect you from that man This black man who's holding it down for the rap fan
Who's sick and tired of being tired of being sick and tired Understand that I was hired so you can get inspired
To compete in this heat till you winning every race On this real rocky road like Ben and Jerry
Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset
Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset Cuz I don't get upset, upset, upset
