Yo, I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk I'm that mother***in' Tarantino, dawn till dusk Hit the homie Mac DeMarco like what up my man I need some raw *** and he recommended the Dastkan I'm talkin' hip-hop *** straight to tape He did the Salad Days demos on it and it sounded great Any real musician listenin' can relate I feel like The Rizzo recordin' in 88 Prince Rakeem, I ***in' blow thy kerosene I'm on the scene, never flippin' scripts like a pharmacist I am quite the opposite Talk ***, get hit quick, give a *** What you talkin' bout, chuck and *** This that doom *** J Dilla, Madlib, Magic, comin' soon *** I get the pussy wetter than the monsoon hit y'all Ayo, ayo, y'all play games, mo-cap, I don't cap I do this for the love of hip-hop, I don't rap Open up your chest like EMS light Who the best? Don't give a ***, but don't test my mic Slash it Ayo, yo, I rip *** hardcore like porno flick bitches Classic like turntables, beatbox, and floppy discus Like young John Kruger experimentin' with risky business I deliver more gifts to the game than a dollar Christmases Like a yellow jacket, teamed with those metal ratchets Spin your head back like DJ Scratch about to scratch it Smack a fader, then rapper Saber springs the cavitation Leave your couch stained like Jerry Curl activator Soul blow, soul drain, voice blow like Coltrane Boomerang back to the track, push your hair back You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no gain Like Patti LaBelle saying, for me and Logic, no thang Final days, final days, leave your mind astray Even with application maps, they can't find their way back The pure hip-hop track, Marley Bar, Viz Markie B.D.P., Eric B, Gucci Rappin', Lars B, please