I graduated to grad school by virtue of the fact that I had dues

With fat crews, permanently stain 'em like tattoos

They in bad moods. I mystify 'em with mad tools

These sad fools must be defeated like yakuz

I don't snooze, slip a sleep and I won't lose

I refuse to be defused, I see a few who's

Garbage — another word for refuse

I say "F you" and tell 'em to step

Dues are paid up and paid off. I tell my people to

Stay up while suckers they stay soft like fro

They get laid off and laid up

At hospital wards with escalating bills they can't afford

I detour from the suckers who swings wars

They claim to be god and be lord. But me I just be bored

I'm going seaward to see more of the world

While they stuck on the seashore, high like my SAT score

Yeah yeah yeah, that's for openers

It's the Capital D

No ID there to be

And Tone B Nimbles on the one and the two

It's All Natural, windy city style

Shout outs to the All Stars from the Daily Planet, Spotlight, and Doug Infinite

Now check it

Yo, it just don't make sense that Cap's forced to condense these comments to fit this mic condenser

So I commence to expand beyond the breadth of those who waste breath in attempts to make bread

My width is multiplied by mental depth and by my longevity so turn up the volume

I'm saying while you focusing on battling D, D flips to 3-D and destroys you toy boys

While bum brothers bang sound so boys in Boise town, I'm worldwide with Worldwide, Kevin that is

Like Brevin to Knight to Bobby to Fisher to Knight to Queen, check the King it's the Capital

Standing second to none, meaning I'm one, the first positive integ[er]

And not a center a Senator. Watch as I enter the ass of enemies like an enema

I'm finna switch up my dialect but never the content, said I'm second to none while you get none like a convent

Constant punishment in form of puns, parodies, parables, proverbs, and gerands

Which is it now? Ending in -ing I'm all business like INC

And I insist that you resist the temptation to come corny and commonplace

As I trance in time and space

For at least 50 I'll be strong rocking, fabulous and fable like Pippi Longstocking

I pull the so-called hards cards like Harbar and prepare to avenge the beating of Lamar Clark

What I'm saying from Clark to Damon through verbal canen I recreated hip-hop land decaying

See D flecks the sketches and etches his name in stone, then turns it over to Tone

Educated man x3

With a high IQ

See dummies is redundant, pimps be politicing but they can't overcome this incumbent

Profound pundit, your style is pungent, that means it stink

A starving out of script, plus D de stink de

Diction be and logical like deduction

Words D mention ain't found in this dimension

When D detect dissension den D grab de microphone like divine intervention

In dealing with adversaries my tactics for dissing vary

I keep 'em running like dysentery disease

Play the dissident and diss dis event and invent verbs to vent anger

Cause I'm not content with your content tent

On your window can't hide you from the wrath as I drive math

See I'm the valedictorian MC historian slaying that so-called sick like Kevorkian

**** menacing and grimacing while I be writing like I'm Emmison or Lord Alfred Tennyson diminishing men

Finish a Guiness and then I'm screaming on 'em like Kinison in a sense I be pimpin

I'm not pampering, I leave 'em limping and whimpering

I'm vamping. I'm cramping their style and that's why they not smiling

Cause D be spitting and shitting on they frees and they writtens, turning cool cats to smitten kittens

Kicking smut and greed and gluttony, it brings out the slut in the average MC

[C]IA be making copies of my emails

The FBI they send me spies disguised as fly females

They steal my style cause it's deadly like AIDS, man-made, and **** catching it like Kool-Aid

The summary is stay the fuck away from Capital D

That's the thesis theme they topic every time I drop shit

Educated man with a high IQ

Ay yo while my man Tone B Nimble dogs on the one and the two

I wanna take this moment to be the first MC in recent memory to not only give a shoutout to **** who is locked up

I want to give a shoutout to my boy Lucius who just got a job promotion

To my Mr. Greenweaves for returning to school

To discover the all star, my man Coach Howard for working legally to raise they shorties right

Gotta give a shoutout to my man Grio and Roy Curri for becoming teachers

And to Rotney Falls and Mo Job for opening up a business

Peace. It's All Natural