I was born in a noose, raised in a mausoleum
Pops was a ghost, moms was a symbiotic host
So I zoned like a drone in the coliseum
'Til I broke both the chain and the post
Opened up my mind and wrote a new catalog
Sick 'cause I was bit by two rabid dogs
And ever since then I've been foaming at the mic
Now it's not unlike riding a bike
With Kevlar tires that just don't pop
Plus I cut my break wires so I just won't stop
From Germany to the St. James Infirmary
I made jaws drop and I got props, so check it
Now I shall defend my rubeboy status
'Cause I'm still the baddest hip-hop man
Across the world, and if you still don't believe
I'm down to give if you'd like to receive
The highest plateau you've yet to achieve
Let my tendrils get tangled in your mind
And interweaved

Everybody wants to rock a capital S
Not me I got a white spider across the chest
'Cause I'm venomous, lethally protecting this
Hip-Hop style while stompin' out the nemesis

I'm hip-hop's Mike Schmidt
The type to hit cops with their own night stick
Plus I keep it poppin', the microphone pyro
Your rap's one kernel, mine's a full silo
It's mischief night, I'm out tic-tackin'
So kick back and relax, this is what's happenin'
I'm the new captain in charge, don't say nothin'
Or I'll tag up your toe with the paint that you've been huffin'
And I don't really care if you're from Strong Isle or Cali
Metairie or Chalmette, a mountain or a valley
Nor am I concerned how many tats you got
Gats you shot or lack-luster raps you brought
Hip-hop's an art to be handled with finesse
I'm rescuing the heart like a damsel in distress
You thought I was a specter, now I'm in the sector
Get set to step to the lethal protector

My claws slash through your capital S
It opens up your chest like a cardigan vest
I'm lethally protecting this most sacred hip-hop style
While stompin' out the nemesis

My song is space, each line is a constellation
Every rhyme has your mind in rotation
Aligning planets like pegs in the battle ship grid
Is what I did ever since I was a kid
Copernicus journalist, freak y'all style
Blastin' off loud from three mile isle
The radio said Doomsday was coming
So we switched time zones with Charlanti drumming
Now we're back in international rhythm
Firing cannonballs that are gonna hit 'em
Like an 18 wheeler jack-knifing to a halt
Crashin' in the Lazarus Pits as result
I'll live forever in the depths of a vault
'Cause my grim disposition appeals to the occult
And not the fools bedazzled by jewels
I dive much deeper than coin filled pools
Life is precious and death is vicious
I represent this, I'm not lazy or ambitious

Everybody wants to rock a capital S
Not me I got a white spider across the chest
'Cause I'm venomous, lethally protecting this
Hip-Hop style while stompin' out the nemesis