"You all are testicles...and no shaft (Ahh yea...)
What happened to your shaft Robert? (There is powerful niggadry at work here)"

God damn, this is some powerful niggadry,
All these rap bitches be fuckin up the industry,
What we need is an Uncle Ruckus exorcism
No relation niggas gettin,
Hype on that one type,
Wild off that one style,
And down on that one sound,
No wonder we be underground,
No wonder we be underground,
Yea yea, no wonder we be underground

Make tracks upon, all ya niggas like a vagabond,
That's what's on, my mind as I rhyme along
To this song kick it smooth true and strong,
It's our music, who are you to say it's wrong?

Jospec Flow-flexin my lyrical nuts, showin them niggas whats up
I'm rhythmically changin the flux
Their domes about ready to bust I already told em they must,
Wear headgear when my rhymes are near
And, steer clear if ya fear something strange,
Cuz my style is insane deranged,
Independent, innovative changing the game,
Quicker than prince or puffy can change their names
Are you diddy, daddy, prince, or a symbol?
Yea I had a name that was initially simple,
Put some meanin to it so now, you see me do it
As Jon’s, Om-ni-scient Sense, Perceiving Every Conscience so stop with the nonsense
You incompetents with your ignorant contents,
I’m kickin over continents with my consonance,
My vowels are foul, they devour MCs every hour on the hour,
That’s how I display power and my, state of mind
My state of mind’s one of a kind
Yo this is my, state of mind always on time I live to rhyme
(I live to rhyme)
"Powerful niggadry"

God damn, this is some powerful imagery,
All the real MCs re-vitalize the industry,
What we need is an Uncle Ruckus exorcism
No relation niggas gettin,
Hype on that one type,
Wild off that one style,
And down on that one sound,
No wonder we be underground,
No wonder we be underground,
Yea yea, no wonder we be underground

Make tracks upon, all ya niggas like a vagabond,
That's what's on, my mind as I rhyme along
To this song kick it smooth true and strong,
It's our music, who are you to say it's wrong?

Thanks to Franco for makin a bangin song,
(What up Jos?)

My rhymes may come off manic
Cuz original organics kick it frantic
Don't panic I'm here to leave your mind expanded
After I examine it, when the mental famine hit,
I fortified my mind, the Bells of War still chime
In my mind anytime I rhyme
Always felt like I was behind my time
But now I'm nearly in my prime
Lyrics are clearly divine...
I'm just a mortal man these couldn't be mine

"The nigga will make excuses. He will use words he don't really know. If he gets really desperate...he may start to rap, or dance."

Niggas gettin hype on that one type,
Wild off that one style,
And down on that one sound
No wonder we be underground,
No wonder we be underground,

This is my, state of mind
My state of mind's one of a kind
Yo this is my, state of mind
Always on time I live to rhyme