What's up son? yknow I hate MC's   They always talkin 'bout they can do this & they can do that   You know what I do, god   I rip 'em...      [Mr. Lif]   Begin initiation, it's been too many years awaitin   While other niggas fell off I been contemplatin   What's the best way to blow up the scene   Murder all the wack and get away clean   Plan one, all the wack got done   State by state, one by one   And peace to my niggas in the ton   Here come plan two, separate they crew   Divide and conquer, because it's evident I'm stronger   than the average man generated by the ganja   Some mc's got 40 ounce hearts and blunt brains   and they frames are supported by a spine of cocaine   But I'm rollin dimes wit ya minds   Sippin ya heart and on time ya    spine is in lines exported to Peru   and I'm about to flip on somethin illa   tip a Heinekin or Miller, the blank page filler   Until ya bring the ruck...    This is just madness in a cup      [hook]   (Jeru sample)   "superscientifical madness" (x2)      [Mr. Lif]   Whether in the studio on the road or on tour   my mic remains raw   verbal, metamorphosis of metaphor   In the cocoon to incubate ascend to higher rates    Never no time to wait TC can kill the rhymes annihilate   My suffixes cause eclipses   Mad elixirs for dime smokin blunt fixers   My flow snatches the earth off its axis   and leave civilazation on galactic paralysis   My analysis is that of an exodus   Synthesis like photo, 'Africa' like 'Toto'   Ya unto my dojo, the setting is Pluto   Then back to earth to kill niggas wit my judo   Sixteen century foolbro, on horsebacks through your thorax   Relax drink up...    This is just madness in a cup      chorus (x2)      [Mr. Lif]   Line by line I combine phrases to braze kids   The rules of my raps form labryinths and mazes   Melting glaciers cuz my rhymes warm globally   broken ozones casualties and microphones   Whites bury tones in my headphones   Whirlwind MC and my flows are now cyclones   Go on blow the earth up in the stars and   I tiptoe the constallations just like Starman   But even as particles I built rhymes by molecules   Black holes all fallin to rebuild ya cells and folicles   My brain cells are jail cells where my thoughts dwell   amongst the smoke of a thousand L's   I'm still increasin peace signs to wrap my piece in   And I'll be keepin tissues for those that's weepin   You win it all to lose it all, riches to the winners   to the losers shells fall all in all   I'm breakin hearts and hidin traces,    unitin the races and gaining mad speed from cop chases   This place is blowin up...   This is just madness in a cup      chorus (x2)