no hook
Look, a comet's gonna hit our planet!/
Look again, that is not a comet, it's a planet/
One of a kind, that's why you do not understand it/
It's called The Black Jewelz, whole planet made of granite/
Gigantic, gonna hit the rap world, watch it panic/
Run for your lives! Panting, everybody frantic!/
"I come in peace..." *Button click* —(Explosion)—smash your whole world like ceramics/
"I've landed."/
So go tell your senator I'm a predator/
More than a tyrannosaur, you're a stegosaur/
Get a chore/
For these rap stars; most are just a half-man like a centaur or minotaur/
Need a minute with a mentor, sitting down in a center/
File then a lecture, trial & sequester/
Y'all ain't writers, just some fake biters like a mouth full of dentures/
"Objection, conjecture!"/
—'Cause the fake emcees they sail the seas/
To find Black Jewelz' jewels but they fail to seize/
No they can't succeed/
'Cause I hid 'em in a Kingdom that can't be seen/
Ahoy! Land is near/
According to my map we can land right here/
It's the Land of the Wack Emcees, I'll act friendly/
Then pillage their village & cause damage there/
I'm an irate pirate, a buccaneer/
Make you fake rappers bust to tears/
'Cause y'all so corny, you should just sell corn...& charge a buck an ear/
But I'm driven by the gift that I've been given chillin' giving/
Little chil'en living skills & spittin'—kill them villains spillin' venom/
Winnin' when I wanna one-on-one 'em, with a witness/
Wond'ring was I born to Wonder Woman; legend, like I'm One Eyed Willy/
Really. Ready willing/
Treasure hidden/
Read his will & hid him/
When I hit him/
Dead him, debt him/
Again & again & again I get him/
Silly, rank, stank skunks/
I'm a think tank tough/
As a lank monk/
No prank, walk the plank punks/
Arrgghh!/
Barz!/
Leaving scars (leave in S-Cars) when I charge/
Tesla!/
Staying underground like an aardvark/
Yes sir!/
Large like a wrestler/
More smart than professors/
You're a small wart/
I'm more stalwart than Bilbo's heart/
Throwing gold darts at your Billboard charts/
So tell your governor, your mother, your brother, your lover/
An alien has finally been discovered/
—Made entirely of dark matter,/
From the planet Barz— only kind of the Barz Masters/
A race that was erased, or that's what/
They assumed but it was an illusion/
See, I was too elusive, then I underwent a fusion/
With the Life Force and became more after/
I could nap while I write raps/
With my arms tied behind my back/
With a peg-leg and a eyepatch/
Y'all a pack of parrots saying, "I rap!"/
Oh Polly want/
A cracker? then you gotta stop the poppycock/
The cocky popping bottles talk/
Clocking rocks on Papi's block/
Dodging coppies, just a lot of props for props/
But you catz are copping copycats, shorty watch & copy but when he cock he pop/
Then he locked/
...Call it pop & lock/
Turn it up, with my pirat's/
You're a rat pie/
Ain't worthy of/
3 16s, I'll give you 3 14s...so eat a pi, rats/
I hide raps locked with a tight latch/
In a time capsule, in a time portal so you bitin' catz try to find that/
'Cause y'all don't write raps, you buy the rights for raps/
So many days & nights I had to fight to rap/
For the stage & the lights & a mic to match/
You spit plain yet live like, "I got a flight to catch..."/
But, see, the flame won't come to life till you strike the match/
[So] I'm burning with a yearning & discerning all the vermin,/
What a burden, just churn 'em & dessert 'em, I'm determined/
To deter 'em & to turn 'em & convert 'em, they deserve it/
—the deserted—I assert it & insert 'em in eternity/
Turn, turn, learn & see/
Me teach courtesy/
Curtsy; stern? Please/
Growing pains—Kirk C/
Jerks birth, curse seeds/
Disperse work, lurk,/
Burst heat in a verse, smirk/
& you censoring me?!/
You ain't sincere than me/
Won't see sin searing me/
Or cease in hearing me/
I seep deep where the earrings be/
Through the seas, streets, & where your parents & their errands be/
Let these creeps sleep, rock 'em (Rakim)—Eric B/
You might not care for me/
I do not care fully/
Might drive you crazy but I promise to drive carefully/