(Verse)
I show off what I got like a dude on a runway might, when I spit the raw raw like two Monday nights, hip hop heads get labeled as degenerates like Triple H, well, I'ma take it to infinity, like a figure 8, that's sittin' sideways like Paul Wall, you're a hack like gettin' tricked on MySpace when logged off, remember when hip hop wasn't incredibly gimmicky, when the airwaves weren't infected with mimicry, when the lyrics were intellectually interesting, and it wasn't just about collectin' checks from the industry, when it's time to get down to work, I punch in with punch lines, but it's more like Punch-Out!! when I'm bringin' raps that'll knock out these little macs, the simple fact is that your tracks are really wack, you don't fit in just because you rock a fitted cap, or maybe you do fit in amongst the other wannabes, society's so artificial now, people move through it robotically, honestly, I'm probably, the only one stickin' out like a sore thumb, but thumbs up to those that are breakin' the monotony, too much copying, a bunch o' Kinko's employees, you're not the cream of the crop, you're measly soybeans, you people get eaten like Soylent Green, 'cause when it comes to spittin', I stay committed like loyalty, my best friend is music like Akir said, and we draw large crowds like a party with a beer keg, slain rappers get stuffed and mounted up like deer's heads, showin' off my accomplishments, demolishin' what my peers said, and I'm a purebred emcee, the kind that are hard to find, and I'ma spearhead a movement, the likes of which you've never seen, with music that'll last like an evergreen, yeah