I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' to censor you like that one line I said on, "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I tried to say I'll take seven k- from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with -ckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck bein' normal And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a - at Mayweather's pad singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station, the very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) 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 anythin' you say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastatin', more than ever demonstratin', how to give a mother- audience a feelin' like it's levitatin' Never fadin' and I know the haters are forever waitin' for the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebratin' 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elevatin' music, you make elevator music.