Royal Fush

Well hello, let me introduce myself

They call me Macka, big Macka

And my voice-activated house doesn't even work

But I'm back in the lab again

Making something out of dirt

I got a spliff in my top pocket

I got a cannon

The size of something

You can't possibly imagine

I jump off boats

I cut through hills and gutters

I bluff the whole table

Like f**k you, silly duffers

We changed the game

Like when the first boat came with cocaine

Paved our way with gold flame

Flows aim to blow brains

With cards up my sleeve,

I play old maid with dope dames

Undercover secret agent

Code name is Coltrane

In a dusty jazz bar

Is double 0 deuce with double 0 8

The two double 0 8 troublesome two

With a robo-tech dj

I'm cued across the fader

To the ... Who drops the flavor

Three smooth operators

(Just like that...)

(Unfortunately, we haven't time to play games...)

With my researchers

I do sidewalk astronomy

We burn the weed in seconds

I'm just chillin' in my building

With a ... Street collective

See, we struck a major chord

With the magic from the stage, I soar

Doubt nevermore

The raven's rapping at your chamber door

So praise the lord

And see unusually different, beautifully gifted

Sailing forth, mad musical misfits

Me, myself and my melody mistress

Make a monster meek

With magic in misty mountains

Where the mace and mobsters meet

They call me cosmic cowboy

Kookaburra killer

Max back on the track, yes I'm iller

And the last emcee

I barbecued on my grilla

Yes, for rilla

Yes, for rilla

So back the f**k off me

And go and make me coffee

You rappers think you're rocky

But not one of you can stop me

That's why I puff opium

With Christopher Walken

In an Amsterdam cafe

At six in the mornin'

I'm kickin' the door in

You bitches are boring

I'm bringing the storm in

'Cause you chickens are snoring

Can you vision me soaring

In this blizzard performing

And crosswords like clockwork

In glistening orange

(Just like that...)

I'm at the gambling spot

With my hand on my cock

Lookin' for another block

I can damage and rock

I'm surfin' with fishes

I'm pervin' on bitches

My mission on this bus

Is to get dirt on them hinges

When ... Troops came

For Hussein's fuel chain

They say dollars make cents

But all I got is loose change

Shoot game, I'm that wildcat

Through the hoop's flames

'Til doomsday, it's Bruce Wayne

On a crusade

I'm the king of the committee

Watch me think of something witty

Like a boring board meeting

And I slip myself a mickey

Don't eyeball me, bitch

My clique is the goonies

My guard dogs are hard rock

Bitch, with an uzi

Through the world wind,

We pass batons

Swinging it like a magic wand

Poetical patterns like pebbles

Perpetually skipping across that placid pond

Are you catching on?

Let me give you a key

True love is not a cage

It's a home in which you are free

(Just like that...)