I'm a scientific project, I rap so ill,
I'm half-pac, half-big, plus some Valium pills,
My flow is like liquid, Attack your system like a drug,
The doctor saw my progress so he pulled the plug,
I came out ER, center for head trauma,
Then I came to Mac-town to cause mad drama,
Me and Osama would get along fine,
Sittin' back in 'stan sippin' Sauvignon wine,
Ain't no thing to rip the mic like a quake,
My dad said I was fake so I drowned 'em in a lake,
The doctor took me back, said "It's time to chill."
So I showed the bitch it was time to kill,
Walked up in the White House asking for my pay,
They said "Sorry, but the presidents not in today."
I kicked in the door to the oval office,
But they knew I was coming cuz they had mad prophets,
Tellin' 'em all about the signs in the stars,
So I went back out and keyed the prez's car,
I went on a rampage back in my hood,
Busted in on enemies, they were knocking on wood,
Now they living in pine wood boxes,
with locks unbreakable even for the locksmith,
I'm toxic, mix between anacondas and a cobra,
See me soon with more bank notes than Oprah,
My chaffeur even livin' large off my wealth,
But I still see the government out for my health,
So I had to step back to 'em just like Saddam,
I'm out for more than towers or Pentagons,
I'm out for mine, I'm out for my creed,
I'm out to make the establishment bleed
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