[Verse 1]
Every one of my lyrics when you hear it
It'll burn your face as sulfuric acid
If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it
Hand it over quickly
Sickly's the only way I know how to drop it
Every time I kick it people look at me like my name's
Ripley's Believe it or Not
Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero Hour
Been laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward
By all the kids who towered over me
Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my face
Like it's the job clockin' in hourly
And how are we the ones who powered these machines
And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens
The unseen son, the one in the attic
Hope the dream don't come true
America, she loves you
Without us who would bag up the groceries
Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see
On average joes, oh that's me
Little dirtbag rapper and glad to be

[Hook]
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition
I keep on spittin' but no one listens
I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall
This is our only hope, this is a war
This is a war