(One...Two...Three...Four)

How many mics can I flip into a fury

More than Mark Curry, who's funny in a hurry

More than Don Pardo, the master of the C

And C's for ceremony, that my territority

I can pecka pecka like I'm Woody Woodpecker

Cleaning clocks and rooms like I'm made by Black and Decker

I reckon, I'll drop a dope rhyme in a second

What is my profession? I'd say it's mic checkin'

The rhymes that I write recite and ignite

The original type of hype to light your insight

Back and forth like the pistons in an engine

No danglin' participles in the language I be bendin'

Scooby-doo-wah, scooby-doo-way

Scooby-doo-wah, scooby-doo-way

I'm kickin' stylie sentences and that's the way it be

Much too complex (we be too complex)

Much too complex (Much, much, much, too complex baby)

Much too complex (we be too complex)

Much too complex

Let's welcome the return of the hip hop freaks

Gettin' mellow on the mic with the words we speak (speak)

And kickin' poetry till the break of dawn

Shall I give you an example? Come on, come on!

Hear my roar like the Lion King

And I be flyin' but I ain't got wings

Everybody's talkin' bout the style I bring

A rip raps to hand claps but no I never sing

Just slay, kinda like the Rain Man can

Cause the M's for mic, and the C's command

I'm never slurring cause my weapons are my words

Imma launch big bombs like the legend Larry Bird

A two way star like neon Deon

Not like the days when I used to be a peon

But nowadays I'm givin' givin' you and you

A little bit of funk, for your trunks

Much too complex (We be too complex)

Much too complex (Much, much, much, too complex baby)

Much too complex (We be too complex)

Much too complex (Check it out)

Too complex, much too complex

Not one style cause we're too complex

Too complex, much too complex

So ya ask... What's next?

Flowin' on and on like an eternalist

I put my pen to the page like a journalist

So you hit rewind just in case you missed

(In case you missed)

Or run and tell your mama that you're bein' dissed

(You're bein' dissed)

Cause once again, friends, it's the Fattie representin'

Ya shit's so old it's got the scentin' of fermentin'

Someday soon I'm gonna own and stop the rentin'

Cause I got flair like Barbie Benton

Got fat style like Sabastian Bach

Got more time than the Flav got clocks

Got more game than a Carolina Cock

And I got more soul than Manute got blocks

Cause I'm large and I'm hard to guard

You cannot disregard the gift I bring to yards

So check the repertoire of the superstar

Whether near or afar I give a seminar

Much too complex (We be too complex)

Much too complex (Much, much, much, too complex baby)

Much too complex (We be too complex)

Much too complex (Check it out)

(Too complex)

Too complex, much too complex

Not one style cause we're too complex

(Too complex)

Too complex, much too complex

So ya ask... What's next?

(Too complex)

Too complex, much too complex

Not one style cause we're too complex

(Too complex)

Too complex, much too complex

So ya ask... What's next?