It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost
In a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler
And I control your mind like hitler
You bow and vow to authority
See now a sucker with a style just boring me
So I show K N O W L E D G E
It might trouble you
Then I transform like a decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
I'm solo you ask how I'm living
Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the L the E the N the C the H
The M the O the B the great
Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It's the hip hopper that don't like coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
I make the beats I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find Ice cube never caught In the middle
I make shit to kick you In the ass a little
And still never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repetition on the mic
Still dissing all the hype from left to right
How many left to fight
So what that lench mob like
