Easily  So easily  So easily  Easily    I think that it's only right I'll let y'all know from the gate  I flow with the great rappers of 100 million years ago, yeah  Non-identical and non-contendable and still  I tell everybody: just do as you will  Cause the skills to pay the bills'll be the only thing that still wheel  Yeah, I know some people are akward, different, dope, what?  Special in they own way, artistically advanced  Resulting in a lifestyle enhanced by chance  Now that these records are made  Tell me what it's like for you when you hear the record played?  Hm - dynamic, like one gigantic planet  Slightly slanted eyes  To see through your disguise  What a wonderful makeover, excellent takeover  Yo, bring the cake over  I wanna eat it too  And bring the pies over, I wanna bring em too  Yo, bring it all, I want a... look    I'm alive as I can be  Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree  And I'm the son of G-o-d  I shine, it just ain't yo time to see    I'm the crowd-hyper, rapid fire-sniper  Viper, so many rappers in diapers  Candy-stripers, we paid the piper  That's why we're listenin  Windshield wipers and air conditioning  And bucket seats while we bumpin beats  I never wanna meet the agony of defeat  I got a simple plan for a complicated issue  I'm a simple man with a complicated issue  And my potential, your potential, our potential  We can sho' nuff make a change and that's essential  Cause the bad boy murderer is on the path  And the bad girl Dragon Lady, she knows witch craft  She makes me laugh, at the same time she breaks my heart  She grabs a hold and she takes it apart  But I can see in the dark, I pee in the park  Bein a part of the art blazin from the spark    Cause I'm alive as I can be  Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree  And I'm the son of G-o-d  I shine, but maybe just too bright time to see    I'm a pure bred with the paper and the pencil lead  I hit the nail on the head - off the head  Got a cold way of flowin, a old way of knowin  I'm a Boeing 747 in the wind blowin  I hang at the Chop Shop, gettin smarter  Got the futuristic Bop Hop, I'm ice water  I'm the grandson of Coltrane, the nephew of Miles  Charlie Parker told me: we left you the styles  My style is gorgeous, I flaunt it to pay the mortgage  I forge this past your Average Joes and Georges  Huh, they cut the mic on, I'm like a cyclone  Got to get my hike on and my half-pike on  Look, I'm out your rank, I'm out your class  Freestyle up the coastline a whole tank of gas  I hit the dank and pass, I spank that ass  You flow but I know for a fact you can't last  Your rhymes is weak, metaphores is dumb  Punchlines like you shootin rubber bullets at the sun  Some rappers carry straps and ten-gallon hats  But I carry a guillotine and carry em back  I carry out the plan with a detailed map  I carry a conversation and I carry these raps  I don't bury the hatch, I'm very detached  I marry this batch, yo, she knows where to scratch  I take long walks all the way to the bong shop  Rappin to myself havin long talks, let the song drop  I got the King Kong Hop, the Godzilla Rock  Keep it inside of a strong box cause the killer watts    Cause I'm alive as I can be  Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC degree  And I'm the son of G-o-d  I shine, it just ain't yo time to see    Easily  We rock the mic so easily  I rock the mic so easily  Rip up the house so easily  Tear down the house so easily  We do this so easily  We make it sound like easily