Lyrics:
You hate when I show up
they don't know what's smoking more -
tires from the donuts I did as I rolled up or what billows out the doors,
"Yes Cunt-stable No-Nuts,
These are Cubans, want some? Go buck!
Huh? Seems they got you boys new uniforms,
Sshh! These are not the droids you're looking for."
Urban Yoda on a boogie board,
Mmmm, talented you are but sicker than our you are not,
So this could mean war?
Well, challenges you are but snicker will I as you rot.
I'm the bastard love child of karma and hip-hop master of one style:
Taikwon-Dope,
Your Chump-Fu's weak, y'all are blind on hope,
It's Skadoosh, capiche'? Your writing arm's broke,
When you wake up, don't worry the fact you shit yourself stays hush-hush,
Cause there's crushed then there's rubbing your nose in it,
which I should do anyway that's not gross is it?

Chorus:
Hello hello
my name is the mic do you remember me?
when long ago I was so nice but you just spit on me.
how around it goes as now you find that it's you who chokes on me,
round it goes as now you find that it's you who chokes on me

Balls out no lies,
other than my favorite five the glass tear tribe and what I've seen live,
I've probably declined hearing found or signed rappers since 2005,
I say again:
Balls out no lies,
other than my favorite five the glass tear tribe and what I've seen live,
I've probably declined hearing found or signed rappers since 2005,
What you're asking now is :why?
well how can I be called the next whoever if I don't know them and how they rhyme?
now try and count the times you've heard the same old kind of weak trash from clouded minds...
Oh, count out loud it's fine, Is the number high?
I'm sure the list is a town the size of where I settled down to thrive.......
alright let's pretend we start it over turn it loud and vibe
tell me if now's the time to turn clowns to mimes,
buried down a mine too scared to tiptoe round the mines,
upper ground is mine armoured now til I'm
kind enough to allow these swine to find their way out and climb.
they'll be bound and tied, somehow alive, half eaten left for dead on the mountain side.
The type to slouch and wine even if down the winds of life's road they followed signs and found their spines cause they're just as out of line,
pray as they bow to shrines I don't pound and grind them down to fine powder lines.
Swallow down your pride, no zero divides the prime,
I'm one, you're nothing, and that's with powers combined.
(Chorus)