Hold the phone
Coming out the dial tone of the everyday rap
Is a musical milestone
So why settle for less when the best is coming at you
Side-stepping through the mess
So raise your hands if you're tired of egotistical coke-heads
The jokes dead
Hooray for the mystical madman
Studying books and taking notes on a legal pad
Crooks get the decoy
I enjoy making them mad like shaking up an ant farm
I inject intellect into a fans arm
I inflict X amount of damage and I manage
To ravage rhyme books and cut them up like cabbage
I don't play video games or waste time
I like to make beats meditate motivate and write rhymes
Five times a day I get disgusted
By a mediocre rapper that couldn't cut the mustard
To be brief the booty rhymes that you busted
If they was a bike they would be in the creek rusted
Missing a wheel what's the deal
Where's your motivation
You want money and fame
It's just a game
Take women for instance
The minute that you stop sweating them man you'll be getting them
But I'm not letting them get into my head
I just put them in the bed and then I proceed to petting them
Beats I'm setting them up for target practice
Like bottles on the fence get the twenty-two and blast it
Smashing the glass
It's the last rap classic
I'm lost in America
The area's massive and jam packed with bastards blocking up my path
Makes me go grab the twenty-two of MIller then max
Program the tracks
Put the pen to the paper
No time for love Dr. Jones
I'm sifting through stacks

This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality

Yo it's the classical gas
I got another hall pass
I rocked a house party then I got a little ass
I took out the trash because my house smelled
I clang an emcee's head like a motherfucking cowbell
Now telling stories and drinking forties in the dark
In summertime you see my ass running through the park
Falling in the creek with my clothes on
Crawling back home to get my motherfucking flows on
You see that?
It just goes on and on like life
So quit trying to hold on to the side of my boat as I float past
No you can't have my change
Im trying to feed my own ass and you know that so why are you asking
I'm just kicking back and trying to be relaxing
Because life is taxing and so is the government
But you know I had to keep my fans loving it
I'm straight rubbing it up in the faces
And I'm not fucking scared of no gun either
Handling my business like a man hand to hand
But I'm not trying to start any beef until an MC
Feels the need to show me that his fucking head is empty
And I'm not trying to be paranoid
But I plan to make riches so I must avoid the Noid
Trying to take the cheese off my pizza pie
If hip hop came from the streets well that's fine
But now it comes out of my mouth
And that of others with like minds
You search for us then you might find
The key to be free is to want it
Let me tell you a secret
Your house is haunted and the ghost is you
So what am I supposed to do
Search for a posse of the chosen few
Or just hold my brew a little tighter
Fuck the either or man
I'm a lover and a fighter party igniter rap-rhyme exciter
Dropping rhyme rations from a hang-glider
Even when I'm sloppy drunk my rhymes sound tighter
Dropping science like a hot potato Ore-Ida
The easy rider might pull an all-nighter
Checking my web for MCs like a spider

This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
This is my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality