I'm old school like a sysop in high-tops
When I drop knowledge lasers shoot out my eye like Cyclops
I took a Colt .45
To a Michael Bolton 45
RPM
Carpe Diem
I hated Dead Poet's Society and R.E.M
When my synapses snap
The rap world collapses
It looks like demolition photos done in time lapses
The name in all caps is M-C-P-B
You'll never see me fronting
Like I'm e e c*mming
K.d. lang and art speigelman
Think they can hang as equals, man
Bell hooks confuses capitalization with capitalist patriarchy
Me and the caps lock key know that to be malarkey
I just can't seem to keep my panties on
Since entering the pantheon
I broadcast across the atmosphere like Denis Leary
As pee hits your knee
From the urnial
So flows internal kernels from my journal