Each line I spit was born with 20 brothers

In order for him to live, I had to sacrifice the others

I love 'em like a mother, from the moment that I wrote 'em

But still regulate the heat of my babies like a scrotum

If it's not dope, it's goin' on the face of chinstrokers

My lyrics got muscle, bustin' holes out of trojans

Cex rhymes controllin', always think before I speak

Brain reacts chemically to generate the heat

Just a white head in love with black hearts, and one of pure hearts

In a ruse to to fill my head with black thoughts and blast off like James Bond

Like Johnny Storm, I flame on

Got an office at the Four Freedoms Plaza with my name on it

But MCs can't see me, like the wife of Reid Richards

Fuckin' picked up fondue while Ben Grim is takin' pictures

I'm the frame freeze in the middle of the Disney flick

That'll corrupt and brainwash the minds of your little kids

Best in the business, Cex is the realest

I'll even tell you when I'm wackin', on this track I is

I made you wait a minute, but I don't drop nothin' unfinished

All my 85 percenters, fuck the elitists out of business

(No he didn't!)

Yes I did, keep your temper

Now watch me snatch these new clothes right off of this emperor

You all look mental, from too much politicin'

So relax, sit back, and join in when I'm singin'

Y'all tryin' to make the cut

Well, I'm doin' some cuts

Ya man, Cex don't get stressed over nothin'

Stop your fuss, in the club, hands are up

I got love, if you want it

Nobody frontin' like they can't have fun cause they above it

Play the cover tonight

So get your life if you want to

Play the wall if you like or just hide in the corner

Get it started, get fine

Get retarded, don't be shy

There's a reason that they call it playin' live

Set the nursing home on fire, purged the scene of senior citizens

Went back in time before the seed was planted, and I swallowed it

Cex don't experiment, not anymore, not since

I was visited by a vision of a sceneful other mission

Where we drove out all the biters, it was fatal to musicians

If the band was not exciting, we would beat them to submission

Set the nursing home on fire, made all them caveman bands retire

I dare you to put out a full-length CD, I won't buy it

My name's Rjyan, I'm not divine, not incredible

Still use the same words I did as a ten-year-old

I'm gettin' better though, I'm rippin' every live show

Pushin' over hipsters actin' like they from the retirement home

Hangin' in the back, dressed in black and actin' moody

Man, the only hip you need's the one connected to your booty

So uncross your arms and face it, you want to shake it

Or I'll exchange your chain for a medic alert bracelet

The underground needs to change it

I don't need to tell y'all that half these demo tapes sound the same

And communication's been forsaken

The preacher's MCin' to the choir, ignoring the congregation

While the tastemaker celebrates the cat's deepness

Though it's plain to see it's just a new breed of mouth-breathers

On some vague shit, fuck the majority sixth-grade shit

Tend to go to the grave unappreciated

The entertainer makes beats matter again

My drunk patterns blend around the base of your brain stem

The plain consideration I show to the ladies on the dancefloor

As well as the boys wearin' their pants low

Can't flow if the subject at hand is heartbreak

That story's been told on every old guitar tape

So if you can't take a rhyme, then they try to be the deepest

For ? it's the one, you got stress trouble brother

Y'all tryin' to make the cut

Well, I'm doin' some cuts

Ya man, Cex don't get stressed over nothin'

Stop your fuss, in the club, hands are up

I got love, if you want it

Nobody frontin' like they can't have fun cause they above it

Play the cover tonight

So get your life if you want to

Play the wall if you like or just hide in the corner

Get it started, get fine

Get retarded, don't be shy

There's a reason that they call it playin' live

Y'all tryin' to make the cut

"Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread, here's your cowboy hat, here's your gold medallion, this is your platinum medallion, here's your eyepatch, Your Puma Bulock jumpsuit, this is your knife, your Iceberg Slim book, gun, mandatory fur coat...and that's the whole game