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I rock Seattle like earthquakes and Mardi Gras riots
Approach the mic; quickly the crowd quiets
Can he kick it, can he exhibit explicit lyrical apptitude
Dude, dude, dude
I toss verbs like Pike Place fisherman
Come crashing down like those dot com business men
Get on your nerves like those spare change'n hooligans
Who is this? Optimus; stopin' us is foolishness
There's pigs on parade on theses streets
Not the painted ones but the tainted ones delivering beat downs
Rubber bullet rebounds, tear gas drowns out the sound
Fresh blood hits the ground
Round here I kill only flows
And yo I need packed crowds like bumbershoot shows
Cooped up when it's raining, skating when it's sunny
Drinking to dusk, bust a rhyme, I burnin' money
I drift on in, bet big, and stack 'em on
Waste web rappers and wreck the Whackacons
Yo I drift on in, bet big, and stack 'em on
Waste web rappers and wreck the Whackacons