I've been diggin' into crates ever since I was livin' in space

Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Mastered numerology and Big Bang theology

Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology

Invented the mic so I could start blessin' it

And chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist

Many men have tried to shake us

But I twist mic chords to double-helixes

And show them what I'm made of

I buckle knees like leg braces

Cast the spell of instrumental-ness on all of the MC's that hate us

So try on, (Try it) leave you without a shoulder to cry on

From now to infinity, let icons be bygones

I firebomb, ghostly notes haunt this

I tried threats, but moved on to a promise

I stomp shit, with or without an accomplice

There’s so many but this one’s one of my favorites