It's time to work so I'm clocking in

With my stamp notarizing a document

I penned all my words just give me a break

And I'm'a run through it like a prison escape

I stand at the podium in command like Neapolitan To evoke pandemonium

So get your tick to a Rap bonanza

Extravaganza in half a stanza

In a rhythm as I'm ripping like Scotch tape Sticking it to any Hip-Hop apostate

Yell "Go" I deliver the line

And send a few chills that'll shiver your spine

I make a masterpiece rather masterfully

Like a tailor at a haberdashery

Or a monastic crafting an alabaster

Or Hendrix smashing a Stratocaster

My signature sound surrounds the perimeter

And heads to the clouds so check your altimeter I'm going up as high as Buzz Aldrin

Conjuring a spell that I cooked in my cauldron Love potion number nine

From the lab of Doctor Funkenstein

On a Bunsen Burner you got the word

So repeat what I say like Bobby Byrd

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Sinking in, sinking in

Fall and just keep sinking in (repeat)

Captain Nemo's deep in the Nautilus Lying low unseen and anonymous

With the truth underneath all the promises If you're blind better see and optometrist

Brothers fight like Remus and Romulus Any offense they'll be keeping it on a list Making it hard to receive any confidence Bowing down at the feet of a monument We had it all 'til he took it away

Today we're born with one foot in the grave

That's soon to be a skeleton bone

A disintegrating fragment of memory foam, unknown

When half the kids can't pass the quiz

Because they've been raised on sacrilege

Nothing but a mark for a marketing plan

Pour a little lighter fluid than you spark a demand Fabricated, they have to fake it

A cartoon someone animated

Oops, we've been hit, abandon ship

To the life raft with a manuscript

I take a paddle and I row it to the back of the beat

To get away because they're rapping so inadequately

It's so bad I get to laughing 'til I'm slapping my knee

I guess somebody had to come and clear the path of debris I've got a golden touch that I lend to Midas

My pen is as ill as appendicitis

And my mic is sweeter than Turkish Delight

Or Soul Stew cooked with King Curtis's mic

Now, I start spewing like Mount Vesuvius

And it clicks like the red ruby slips

Or licks by Bobby Blue Bland

And classic as Warhol Campbell Soup cans

To pass one last piece of cake

So why did I take this leap of faith?

Well, to be blunt as Thelonius Monk

I don't know what but something told me to jump

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