Listen Up

It's Uncle Sam, a.k.a. "What the fuck? He's too dope"
You couldn’t make the crowd jump if you had 2 ropes
An your boy yellin double dutch
I burn through a custom clutch, pedal down, tires burnin & my system up
Aiight - listen up
I'm spittin pissed cuz the system fucked
Ain't like them- they're bout different stuff
It's all good though, I get it
You'd be a ill rapper if you could flow
Forget it
The loop so
Magnetic
I had to get heavy on it
Yup, spitting deadly phonics
Dutches o' that heady chronic
Blue hairs- we call that the Sega Sonic
Citron w/ a splash of tonic
But I never vomit
Act like you been there before
Or head back to the bench and off of the floor
This here's for gamers only
Forget the fakes n phonies
Me n my mic engaged in holy matrimony
Through the good an the bad I stick wit this pen n this pad
Spell it out in ways that you wish that you had
Got my hand on the pulse of this generation
So nothing that I say ever needs an explanation
Unless it wasn’t written for you
In which case you can google my crew
Log on an read up
The more you try to slow us down, the more we speed up
So I'm diggin' out these trenches while your chillin' wit your feet up

Stop look & listen
The man's on a mission
Everyday I strive to improve my position
What about you? How's your current condition?
C'mon talk to me...

Stop look & listen
The man's on a mission
Everyday I strive to improve my position
What about you? How's your current condition?
Nevermind, I could do without the bitchin'