Four elements... There's DJ'ing There's breaking There's graffiti And then there's the emcee [Verse 1] Top of the food chain, devouring the competition Abort mission cause it's the bomb like nuclear fission To go against the awesomeness, now that's a bad decision Cause listen they steady dropping sh** like a flock of pigeons So listen as I paddle up your ear can*ls, torrential Waters on instrumentals, feeding you vitamin and all essentials Potential's monumental when it comes to hip-hop Making a terror stop is like holding back a triceratops Our ratios replacing those, wannabes you're facing pros Screaming 'bout your d**, money, violence and fallatios Stereotypes got you blind like Venetians This bullsh** their speaking's causing o-zone depletion Delivery upon completion, we're civilized like the Phoenecians But won't hesitate, commence deletion I hit backspace and you're gone within a second My clarity's beyond when I stay mic checking [Hook 2X] So tell me who's known for rocking the mic (mic, mic, mic) Setting fires, blazing all stages in sight (right) Leave it to the emcee holding the crowd you must admit You didn't know but now you know, hip-hop's the sh** [Verse 2] And I ain't calling it quits cause lyrically I stay fit, tight-knit Requirements to battle first-aid kits Spit gigabits of wits, putting n***as to shame Y'all didn't listen when Spike Lee told you 'I Got Game' I'm diplomatically immune to these bafoons Dwell in my cocoon in the cut like DJ Typhoon Stay tuned, the creature from The Black Lagoon's coming soon Cold like the dark side of the moon At high noon be ready to face off like Cage and Eminem Spit fire, flem, and put an end to your problems I remain dormant till I perform it to trick opponents Never disowning, keeping hint of power components Send us to society, you tell my variety Let my notoriety to the point that lamers are eyeing me They want my solo part waxed, yes they have contracts Charged cause they keeping me from getting called for my tracks [Hook 2X] [Verse 3] My power towers like the Eiffel, believe I got the right pull My vision is insightful, you look you get an eyeful Se-verse Rhy-chology keeps you thinking that you as hot as me Then snatch your Adams apple, performing that tracheotomy Follow me if you can cause I remain inventing Y'all n***as 'bout to be out of here like Bill Clinton Inaugurate the magistrate, number one candidate I carry weight like freights when pa**ing through those 52 states Perfection on the first take while I'm causing the worst quakes I shift the Earth's plates, stomp hard and made the first lakes The crust breaks, divided into continents My prominence is dominance, new common sense I free the dense, tense, there's past present and future I sweep through time continuum, channelin, travelling Until I reach the ninth millenium Attention all space cadets hip-hop is the triple threat Expanding like the Internet, come and place your bets