Who’s in charge of thee charging rhino? I know
Who's in charge of the charging rhino? I know

[Math]: I know for truth, but how sure are you/That you can muster thee will to continue pursuit?
& Not shoot ‘n’ then sleep, yr eyes show deceit/Thee enemy prowls while you sit on yr feet
Yr claims of justice are as hard to trust as/Cowards who are flustered, lying not to get busted
More offensive than cuss words when I bust words/I’m not allowing you in my defensive third
Call me a pensive nerd, cos I devise plans with my pen/Revising ‘n’ reediting before I hand it in
A mandolin, a beatbox, throw it on thee mix
Cos if yr beats ain’t hip to thee dip it don’t matter if you rap quick

(For once there is weakness, they will exploit it, they will take me out,
they will decapitate me, they will chop me into bits & pieces; I’m dead)
[DJBMarth]: Look at all these MCs getting over-righteous/Rappin’ about hos, money, & cars till I might just
Turn this form around even if I have to fight ya/While yr buddies dip out ‘n’ come to our live shows
Everyone’s a liar, situation looks dire
You got hot beats? Same drums are yr cargo/I rap over +Drum+, thee one by Hugo Largo
Yer preaching to thee choir as you play thee town crier/We know thee state of rap ‘n’ we’re just as tired
Trust us, we originated Fi-Lo/Yer asking who’s in charge? I know

[Math]: You can tell from thee Jump Street, from thee way I pump beats
This is real ‘n’ raw, ain’t trying to sell chumps sweets
Cos we got no need for sugar like we’re non-Diabetic/Our noise tells a story while yer non-diagetic
(Your eyes)

Oh no, Big Martha! What did you hear?
A lame pop rapper damaging my ear
Oh no, Big Martha! What did you see?
Another lame, whack sucka duck MC
Oh no, Big Martha! What did you do?
Demonstrate thee sound of No Sunlite crew
Oh no, Big Martha! What happened next?
Sucka walked around, scratched his head, he’s perplexed
Hey, Big Martha, do you know what I know?
No Sunlite’s in charge of thee charging rhino