I'm just the nigga that kicked Shinji
into shape;

And stuffed him back in the robot
To fight a horde of gorgons.

Deep in the forest with a scantily clad warlock;

If they both come back alive I promised them both virgins.

With flowing blonde hair and perfectly working organs;

Another day in the figurative hustle

Scuffle with the squad captain
become a war prisoner.

Turn baby daddies to cucks and babies to orphans;

Sorry for the primitive rage
found at the tip of my index.

At the end of the page
I depict the bitterness of the ignorant;

For only the ones who are truly trapped don't see that they're nonliterate.

Khan killer and calm gentleman heating up like the flu's in him

Many approach me
"I challenge you!"

Xiaolin Showdown for the Shen Gong Wu

Cooking up a Bruce Lee loose leaf Wing Chun Stew

...
With Bic pens for chopsticks

Where's that fire dear boy?
Is it in my pocket?

Is it in my hand?
Is it tucked in my wallet?

No Kiddie absconded with the flame
And then he dropped it

My rhymes are phat

Like when Wes Snipes ate one too many HoHos

Got casted to DragonBall Z and became Popo

Flow got a bounce don't it?
Now get off my pogo

Saturn is the living antithesis to the yolo

...
The little wizard be chillin colder than froyo

Riding through the rhythm in a minty green rowboat

While gathering magic spells.
That's hella mojo

Doe don't come to me with your lifeboat Im'ma poke hole
right in your dirty polos

you tryna bite the 312 then that's a no-no

We goin for the green...
mojo jojo.

Tryna play charades with King Kong?

You'll be the first one to get slept on the beat with no qualms

Around my way
G.O.A.T. s get sacrificed

Why spend your whole life trying to act trife?

It's the one man's detrimental vice

When he's out in the streets busting guns in the dead of night

And the lady back at home
turned to a device

I just wrote a new ending to Chiraq

It makes more sense than

Spike Lee making light of the deaths of young children

To get a piece of my cash

No way, wascally wabbit
Shameful and crass

They tryna make us into spectacle
And put us in bag

Put hammers in the hands of our men orange and black

And sexualize
e-ve-ry facet of all our lasses

Alas.
I try to represent the fax

The Xerox was broken
And I misplaced my pad

But why shoot the messenger?
Report to the brass!

Instead of gettin your mule
Your only concern is ass

Ass and grass
Grass and ass

For the ass eats the grass
The man eats the ass

But man takes the grass
The government takes the ass

And your ass becomes grass
And all I can do is laugh

Cause while you pursue
Your ass and your grass

I work to attain a purebred
Horse of a greater mass

And perhaps a woman
Some occasional grass

To complete the Afro American Dream which I craft