Wassup, it's the Optimus
No stoppin' us
Positronic pathways...connected
Alignment...Autobeat
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa (X2)
Lalalalala

Chorus:
It's the same old song
Digging in the same record bin, hit the same bong
Living in the same city
Yes on the same sidewalk
With some played out game, and some played out talk
Lalalalala
Man I'm just sick of these dudes
Always walkin' round like you're in a bad mood
Bringing everybody down with your whack attitude
With some messed up style, and a stressed-out groove
Pull your seat back, allow this abstract poet to read back
Those fat raps on that fat track to get your feedback
My backpack is stacked to the max with phat rhymes-
Now headlining: English and Optimus Rhyme! -- and
Simple minds commit suicide when I step in the joint
Jump on stage, grab the mic, people start to point
Staring at this: the craziest hip-hop lyricist
Rappers from New York to Los Angeles are all gettin' diss'd
I'm still at it, after mathematics
Putting Seattle up on my map, battling static
Making local hip-hop a habit
Let me see that Boom Bap CD, hey AHP?
[What, you don't have it?]
A young man on a solo tip without a band and I'm
Spitting speech you can barely understand now I'm
Touring across the land in front of fans
Forget that, yo, this is my life, guess again...

(Chorus)
Hey yo I'm through with meaning
I write graffiti on the ceiling
It reads open up and die, open up and die
But I don't heed my advice
When I'm opening up my life
I should have thought twice
Giving up 24 hours for a fight
A little bit like this
You being dissed, your head caught like a snitch
I know nobody's perfect
See I speak my mind, it saves time
It eliminates confusion
It keeps you on the same page that I'm moving
It comes to the point, [it's F.Y.I]
Just lettin' you know where I stand, it's easy to decide
You can be my ally, or be on the other side
It really doesn't matter, I don't confuse my pride
With the feelings of the people who can't hang around
Won't stand for nothin'
I'm not the type to stand out in the crowd
I'll keep a loud mouth but a low profile
It's unsettling the way these rappers bring these flows
I hate those, copycat clones, and these shows
That they call hip-hop, not, it's all jealousy
Instead of trying to move the crowd, they criticize me
Your attitude is nothing, I've got something
For you fat rap cats who think the Optimus is bluffing
You got a problem -- say something! -- grab a mic
And let flows be the definitive factor for this fight
Yo I could spend my whole life puttin' pen to the paper
It don't change real life in the vapor
Might be the way for people to be safer
I keep the caper object unsolved
Twenty-seven certified laws circumnavigate
Just revolve, you think the ball's gonna
And begin a bit thick, I just downshift
To the ground, look around, you're in the basement