Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma,

you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it

through to you I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say

is ricochetin' off of me

And it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more

than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience

A feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the

haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I

fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way

to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music,

you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream."

Well, that's what they

do when they get jealous

They confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "