Remain Anonymous
Western Hemisfear, stand clear ock
Cause now the Sun sets across six
Hundred and six septillion tons
Come correct
I project like a telepathic caption
Four meters over soundwaves
I comes off with positions like pornographics
Twenty questions - animal, vegetable
Or mineral?
What am I? Atom - amphibian, invertebrate
Or mammal?
Homosapien, specifically ock swell
Up like gout
Then spread out like centrifugal force
Collision course reinforced with
Cylindrical wax axis spins at 33 RPM
That truly comprehend what fat is that is
Nine out of ten rappers today bore me with
Predictable monosyllable drivel
I scribble incredible rhymes to rhythm
Nepotism your prism couldn't invent
Too many MCs get deals from who ya
Down with or where ya represent
But since I house more
Niggas than section eight
State statements about your state
Although my state of mind fornicates breaks
Your magazine ad got you souped up
Testi like two nuts, marketing gimmicks
Catch wreck like Sam Kinison, convincingly
Cause what nigga got props in the
Industry don't really interest me
My motto is: the bigger they are
The more politics involved
And I revolve at a rate to
Make your occipital skull plate dissolve
Techniques delve deep
(Slick Rick sample: "How much
You'll never knooow")
Soo oooooo, don't sleep ock I rock phonics
That got you holdin my dick like
Your name was Lorena Bobbit
"You don't know me and you don't
Know my style" - Method Man
I seen the scene from the outside
Lookin in through a window pane
Pain hypertension ruptured the varicose vein
The vainglorious breaks I be
Perpetratin omnipotent reign
I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat
The stakes increase on break beats
Your fleet fleets run when I'm rippin ya
Kubrick's, meaning deceased, rest in peace
Pieces of my nebulous
Flex paralyzes oblongatas
To witness my linguistics like a
Muslim takes jihad or not
Since A&R only sign gangster rap acts
Don't get it twisted stereotyping by
Geography West coast syntax
I signify for C-Arson
The city North of Long Beach
Southwest of Compton
Seems to me the peace treaty is through
Niggas ran out of looted
Hennessy and barbecue
Now all I do is stop the
Myth that every MC from Cali
Is a Blood, Crip, or pimp - I pimps empty
Controls more English than Margaret Thatcher
Fidat be gwan be fat like the punani on Patra
Leavin your rep shattered
Cause you don't wanna see me signifying
Smackin your Left Eye up like
My man Andre Rison
All this juice evaporates - what
It boils down to is the "yes yes y'all
" and only that makes a rapper great
Fuck rhetoric and repertoire
Demographics and heavy rotation
Solely the lyrication makes sense
Fuck fame I snuff that ass out the frame
It ain't Snoop Dogg
So what's my motherfuckin name?
"The arra-arra-R, A, ella-ella-S"
(keep it goin)
"You don't know me and you don't
Know my style" - Method Man
Yo, wack MC's - it's O-V e-R
I be R, the nigga who killed your PR
For the brothers with skills who
Can't get a record deal
Remain anonymous (fades out echoing)