The man rapping is Andrew Jackson Im autographin asses and cameras are flashing Hands are clapping and the fans are grabbing At my damn ass so fast theres no reaction Quicken up the beat past the madness Thats the dream Im having When Im passed out asleep or napping Thats the reason these labels aint received the package From me, and thats the reason that I keep on passing On people asking me to meet with half these Presidents and chief executives deep in cash If I needed stacks of fucking cheese Id crash The fucking streets with crack, and just feed the rats And I wouldnt have to be the bitch to some white dude Who makes more money off my shit than I do Who the fuck would sign you All the rights to what I write Do I look like the type Who would hesitate to fight you? Bomb is whistling, the clock is ticking Watch defenceless, what I drop is hitting With the force to stop helicopter engines Mayday, mayday, repeat, our propellers are not spinning Need a picture to fit with the shit Im talking Envision Nagasaki victims Skinless walking with atomic sickness Limbs is dripping off em and they fall in ditches Twitching, sobbing And Im the illest mother fucker you can hope to witness Youre a joke to me. What the fuck you smoking? Listen Im the most vicious, sickening, foul And animalistic pig since GG Allin Whos running this show? Lets go Let em know the best flow is coming from the DC Metro CDs inject those we got next, yo Micphones I wreck those, you got wet clothes When you first heard me surface, learn this Im kicking it once, sicker than scum Iller than what? Ripping and burning it up the sun in the middle of summer The bigger the lungs, the quicker the tongue Itll kill em the sicker the rhythmll come To fill up the minutes and hit em with sudden riddles Among a hundred mental visual syllable intervals Spun with iller slum scribbles That come from minimal picked from minerals Dug from outta the earth mountains of dirt Challenge my work and malice occurs My callous inertias bound to disturb Your balance and turn ya round and just serve ya My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, serve ya My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, yeah I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me I said I feel fucking, I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me
inertia, callous, serve, ya, mayday