YeahOne, twoOne, twoOne, twoOne, twoYeahMic checkMic checkOne, twoOne, twoYeahStrictly for the sake of my own amusementMaking music that I've imbued with illusionThat's all that life is and there's nothing to itSo what the fuck are y'all doing be humanYou would never assume it, all the shit I'm in tune withGive me two minutes, I'll put an end to the criticsFair weather fans and cynics, I'm better with analyticsSimpleton savages couldn't manage to manage businessAverages averages they don't man I ran the percentageDoing my civic duty and you couldn't get to UbiLiving in the boonies, I fit the euphemism for loonyLooking ludicrous kabloo-y I blew this shit into kibbles n' bitsBelittle your clique, in the middle I sitThe killer city committee meet and kill 'em in thirdI'm feeling disturbed when a villain emergedNow I'm chilling, I'm as vicious as the realest you heardWith my pen I kill 'em absurd and rhyme seven syllable wordI'm not your average JoeHardcore, far more than the averageI'm as vicious as the realest you knowOnly difference is consistence, I'm considered a proI don't got mad dough, cars, designer clothes but stillI'm not your average JoeManiac approach, my product is dopeYou're listening to the pro with the accurate flowYo, I got one foot in the game, one foot on the floorHead in the sky, hand on a panhandle a bum begging for moreSomeone peg him as old, a stegosaurus opposeMy gumball's big and bold no regular soPhenomenon John legendary heaven would knowI'm on a never-ending run, Dave LettermanMy enemies on a Ethan Hunt, but they can't get in my zoneLittle Caesar one eight seven your soul, blowYou get the picture, closed caption, I know your statsExpose negatives under developed photographsI flow effortless, CES regiment growing fastDeal intact, fuck around and feel the wrath, hold the mathJa Rule told me that the pendulum swingAnd that only the underground can bring an end to the kingHe was looking stunted he stunted on him with treasure and blingA man measured by the spread of his wing, put that on everythingMoney was never a thingI'm not your average JoeHardcore, far more than the averageI'm as vicious as the realest you knowOnly difference is consistence, I'm considered a proI don't got mad dough, cars, designer clothes but stillI'm not your average JoeManiac approach, my product is dopeYou're listening to the pro with the accurate flowSay what you say, I'm in it 'til I get a few ringsI'll never Cobain, I'm lifted off this medical strainI wet up your brain, I'm on a different level, insaneEvident save, vile villain with the venom in veinsI'll never change, like a residue with red and blue stainsThey never knew they, would meet meThen they'd met a new fateAn edible plate, if you're listening, I said a few thingsYeah, if you're listening, I said a few things
