(Like a nuclear bomb hitting thee ground)
[Math]: Slam these namby-pamby Cambrian MC’s who can’t handle me
Scram! Where’s yr manners? Yes ma’ams ‘n’ excuse me please!
Yr radio-phonic baloney from an era Mesozoic stayed stoic
I’ve put up with it, now let me stoke it
Before a Stone Age passes ‘n’ you feed thee masses
An opiate ‘n’ hope that it will satiate their passions
It Clashes <>--# with our longing for what’s lovely
We hurriedly search while they besmirch purity smugly
Stuck in thee past like thee +Dolorian+ broke down
& +Doc Brown+ ain’t there to pull ‘em out now
Windshield smeared too, eyes glued rearview
Themes are adhered to, no new limits pierced thru
BOO! It’s kizza-kinda scary isn’t it?
To know weak MC’s get G’s for their forgetfulness
Not knowing where rap started, thinking that they birthed it
You could listen to Rocafella for a year but not a second’s worth it
Ooops I blurted a quandary, conundrum
How those rappers lurk Triassic ‘n’ don’t know where they come from
If they don’t progress shouldn’t they know about thee old school? (yeah?)
No fool, let me explain thee sole rule
→Sales! Bottom Line? Sales!←
Artistry fails, white affluent males
Their primate attributes just barely evolved
Tho I hate their question of cash is solved
Format kept thee same, not a breakbeat has changed
Didn’t Run use that lyric? Fossilized in their brain
Classic styles won’t die but let’s move to new times
Where ideas fly freely from yr brain to mine
Rebellion is thinking, so why not fight?
Refusal to stoop to those who TRILOBITE
Words of pioneers, uh oh what’s that sound?
(Like a nuclear bomb hitting thee ground)
No Sunlite keeps ahead; Thee Medians won’t be misled
All we ask is you won’t be fed
That Weed No More → Thee Monkey Body Must Be Shed

[Zoom Loco]: Someone wondering what’s going on in Chechnya?
Something’s going down ‘n’ still thee bomb’s not letting up
Something’s Russian so that even if yer Chechen
Climate isn’t good for capital investing
+Mute Frances+ totally entranced like Yoda
Yer a crazy drunk? Well I’m a loco sober
Skip thee hip hop yo I’m crossing over
Flip some bebop or some bossanova
$No twin, no star, no bling bling
I like sparkle, I’m a-sing
Like a diamond in thee rough, I write my rhymes off thee cuff
Twinkle to become a planet, Pluto too small can’t be, can it?$
I kick, I kick, I kick, I keep kicking
Vehicles rolling, I’m playing chicken
It’s sickening these disgusting Beavers spouting
+I play electric guitar as I climb thee mountain+
A fountain, even tho my skills yer doubting
I try to +bring da ruckus+ ‘n’ despite yer shouting
My draw is that I rap for thee causes
My causes might be different from ya’lls
I ain’t too into women’s lib
Matter of fact, put this on wax that a woman’s place is in thee Crib
Or by thee Crib tending to thee childrens
Paying attention’s better than spending all thee cash for Ritalin
Traced to thee place that’s about faces
So racist wasters creates tremendous tasters
& all yer still all poor, destroyers like Star Wars
Yr bleeping hardcore porn, I beep-beep my car horn
Listen, my onomatopoeia tricks ‘n’
My diction goes Crash Smash Blam with friction
Like Nixon, thee tricky style filled with fricatives
I’m not indicted, but my style’s indicative

Spit Phat Battle Tracks, Hit That Daddy Mack
Knick Knack Paddy Whack Give A Dog A Bone
Get That Saddle Back, Skip Whack ‘Idol’ Tracks
Sit Back ‘n’ Relax On Thee Microphone

[Math]: My homegrown know how goes on, I execute art
Shoot smart, a 4 course service/no ala cart
From a true heart impart knowledge, stocked like Walmart
Trapped by verbal darts, pinned down by thee Charts
Chopped like Cuisinart, No Exit like Sartre
+Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right BA Select Start+
Do over, redo this, reset yr cart before yr horses
Redo this, do over, yr best 3 albums? Worthless!
Curses! Dignity disgraced, too many verses
It worsens, styles become much less earthen
While I get serving, getting low like dwarf men
If then, don’t send, Big Ben, Go again!

[Zoom Loco]: Call me “Zoom Zoom” or call me “Zoom Loco”
Warm it up +Vroom Vroom+ now turn up thee vocals
Thee locals know that my tone is thee best
& I zoom-zoom-loco like thee Pony Express
& yes I express righteousness ‘n’ no less
& thee zest doesn’t pester but leaves you impressed
Unless yr nest eggs may be less than blessed
By those whose flows have already coalesced
Into thee ice crystal, +Pistol Gripped+ +Fistful of Steel+
For real, keep thee +potion that you spill+
& thee Gauntlet that I throw down
Navigate it with my know how
+Blue elf shot the food!+ Let’s go now
Straight to thee exit, spiral to thee next pit
Up one, one up, one world or World Cup
I’m kicking like penalties thee world over
GOAL! I’m a-move fast like Zoom Loco
Can’t fight thee villain, less Cold ‘n’ more +Chillin’+
Know that +Top Billin’+ is held by Bob Zimmerman
Winner ‘n’ sitting with incredulous gape
Dealing it all with his sedulous apes
I spit it raw but I won’t spit it sloppy
A bit Southern drawl, it’s a style you can’t copy
You need curtain calls? You can sit there ‘n’ watch me
Or else let it drop to thee chorus, can’t stop me!