Remain Anonymous

Western Hemisfear, stand clear ock

Cause now the sun sets across six-hundred and six septillion tons

Come correct, I project like a telepathic caption

Four meters over soundwaves

I comes off with positions like pornographics

Twenty questions - animal, vegetable, or mineral

What am I? Atom - amphibian, invertebrate, or mammal?

Homosapien, specifically ock swell up like gout

then spread out like centrifugal force (what?)

Collision course reinforced with cylindrical wax

Axis spins at 33 RPM, that truly comprehend what fat is

That is, nine out of ten rappers today bore me with

predictable monosyllable drivel

I scribble incredible rhymes to rhythm, nepotism

Your prism couldn't invent

Too many MC's get deals from who ya down with, or where ya represent

But since I house more niggaz than section eight

State statements about your state

although my state of mind fornicates breaks

Your magazine ad got you souped up

Test-y like two nuts, marketing gimmicks

Catch wreck like Sam Kinison, convincingly

Cause what nigga got props in the industry don't really interest me

My motto is: the bigger they are, the more politics involved

And I revolve at a rate to make your occipital skull plate dissolve

Techniques delve deep..

(Slick Rick sample: "How much you'll never knooow")

Soo-oooooo, don't sleep; ock I rock phonics

that got you holdin my dick like your name was Lorena Bobbit

[Method Man] "You don't know me and you don't know my style"

[above sample plays 8X total, including scratches]

[Ras Kass]

I seen the scene from the outside lookin in through a window pane

Pain; hypertension ruptured the varicose vein

The vainglorious breaks I be, perpetratin omnipotent reign

I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat

The stakes increase on break beats, your fleet fleets run

when I'm rippin ya Kubrick's, meaning deceased, rest in peace

Pieces of my nebulous flex paralyzes oblongatas

To witness my linguistics like a Muslim takes jihad or not

Since A&R only sign gangster rap acts

Don't get it twisted stereotypin by geography West coast syntax

I signify for C-Arson

The city North of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton

Seems to me the peace treaty is through

Niggaz ran out of looted Hennessy and barbecue

Now all I do is stop the myth that every MC from Cali

is a Blood, Crip, or pimp - I pimps empty

Controls more English than Margaret Thatcher

Fidat be gwan be fat like the punani on Patra;

leavin your rep shattered

Cause you don't wanna see me signifyin

Smackin your Left Eye up like my man Andre Rison

All this juice evaporates - what it boils down to

is the "yes yes y'all," and only that makes a rapper great

Fuck rhetoric and repertoire, demographics and heavy rotation

Slowly the lyrication makes sense

Fuck fame; I snuff that ass out the frame

It ain't Snoop Dogg, so what's my motherfuckin name?

"The arra-arra-R, A, ella-ella-S" (keep it goin)

[Method Man] "You don't know me and you don't know my style"

[above sample plays 6X total, including scratches]

[Ras Kass]

Yo, wack MC's - it's O-V... E-R

I be R, the nigga who killed your P.R.

For the brothers with skills who can't get a record deal

Remain anonymous.. [fades out echoing]