I be cooking up slop up in my labratory
In time to hear you other rapper's stories 'cause they boring
I'm snoring through your verses, I'm sleeping on you ho's
I even brought a sleeping bag, pillow, and a change of clothes
I'm tired of you lames, you don't make music
You didn't engineer it mix it or even produce it
You just wrote your 16, which wasn't even hot
Now you talking like you got some kinda talent.. think not
I'm sorry to expose you
Somebody should've told you
What a rapper does or at least what he's supposed to
Getcha' own vibe, record your own vocals
Learn how to mix, then go and learn protunes
Don't need nobody else
I do it myself
I make all my own beats
Have need for no help
Married to the music
I'm thinking now they call me a professor
Wanna find me I be I be in the lab
Chorus
I be... a show every night up in the lab
I'm working like a mad scientist gone mad
In the basement with a pad and a pen jotting down
Verbs adjectives and nouns
While we pass the weed around
At least that's from my mind
Jaws drop when I rhyme
The fresh... you can hate but I'm signed
After my first stanza they bring it back and rewind
Like hold up
What the f*** you say?
'Cause they f***ing with me (no)
Everybody need to (know)
Pay attention 'cause we're probably finna (no)
Up superstar status
Back at it G** Da****
B**** I am the freshest on the planet
Check my resume I been serving these
Ten albums in the game at young age of 18
You don't know music ha I know music
Take the beat and I abuse it
B**** I duz this don't confuse it
Chorus
Ending (from Dexter's Labratory)