[Verse: Grant Ainley]
Can I get a recipe
To be the best emcee
Steadily resting in between the best
And process for registry
Ready and willing
To make a killing on this passion
Wielding a machete
To cut through these latest fashions
These critics leave me asking
If I'll ever be enough
They took a look and started laughing
Like he'll never measure up
This drum tracks a sedative
With a repetitive thump
I had to get my Yzma on
Yelling pull the lever Kronk
Wong lever
They let a lion in the booth
Now I'm wyling on the groove
Is that a lie or the truth
I don't know anymore
I used to think so
But now I'm not so sure
Just a microphone and closed door
Writing more bars
Than a penitentiary
And they're sure locked man
I avoid the elementary