Yo

'Uh uh lets take them out of a B-Boy experience, Hey yo Thes One how you like me now?
 Yo I don't know how you like us now?
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 Man the kid shines so bright you sneeze when you see him
 He still hasn't changed trading records for per diem
 Guaranteeing new additions to his wax museum
 Man I've seen it, his collection grows its quite incredible
 Hunting down them records like the damn things were edible
 In this context he's too complex you're Oedipal
 Ya'll mother fuckers
 only produce poetical perfection
 In hypothetical selections for your general public expecting a soft subject
 Man its medical touch not budget but worth it
 Impregnates the track, jump back and then birth it
 Word is born, now his word plays all day
 At that fancy day care over by U.C.L.A
 While he sits at home, making beats drinking a Heiny
 Puttin' new brakes on drum pads like Meineke
 I finally see him one day chillen with his group
 He was eating at Ochullo's sippin' tortilla soup
 I said 'Thes, yo I'm feelin' all them old jazz loops
 Can you make me up a track man I got a little loot
 He said thanks but don't thank me thank the fore-fathers
 They deserve the credit now theres no body bothers
 I pause 'thats true' he took a sip of his too
 said 'I'll dig you up a beat like Super Mario II'
 I was like 'word, dude I'll pick up the check'
 He's like 'don't bother, pull up a chair lemme introduce you to my partner'
 this mans
 Call him humble, call him psycho his mother calls him Michael
 He might go Locooo, you're fakin' perpetratin'
 Trickin' off and fresh hatin' you can see the best play in the feel
 Look he's reeling in, what a combination seen him signing up soldiers
 To start his new rap nation, he said 'time is wasted'
 And I could see it in his eyes he was fed up with the
 politics, wack beats and lies
 Heard a lady say 'Sock it to me' and brothers was pumpin' their fists
 On some Reverend Al Sharp shit, better now than not to talk shit
 He walkin' in, like them D.U.I games mind frame and revolution
 And you know he's got solutions, not worried about pollution
 Afraid for his art form, matter o'fact he's kinda shook up
 His people want the hook up, his people better look up
 Cause its about to go down, like the thrill of the nights over
 And never sober when he is he's kinda mean, loves his
 high-hats
 Stays on the fly rap scene he's a fighter and a lover
 Reminds me of Danny Glover tellin' ya'll there ain't no other
 He don't spit hot bars him and his friends hop bars
 Personality rock star, slash mactavist after this
 I'm gonna sit and think about what I learned
 I can still hear his voice and smell the
 Budda
 He said 'earn respect, learn to respect and you'll succeed'
 True indeed man I gave him a
 pound
 break it down and sell it
 How you like him now?