Yeah. Manifest! My baby's sayin' that I'm hot a triple threat up on the block making Haitians, Europeans and Asians sweat off they socks Hickory dickory dock tick-toc go the time of clock of our fame a few of you are running, most of you are walking 99% of ya'll niggas are lame Me myself I'm a ma-ma-master of this flow call me Obi Wan Kinobi and this is for my individuals that do not know me I'm the maker of the moth that is filthy heating up these now or nine blocks worse than devils giving hickies They say They say They say that I be hot as lava They say They say They say that I be hot as lava They say They say They say that I be hot as lava They say They say I be hot as lava. Driving from the passenger side I'll take you on that atonal ride Flipping parts of the house bats in the attic cat chases mouse We -ish that's golden guano, protein molten We're bats We're bats We're like elephant dung kids throw it around for fun if your hot as fire I'm cut man Lava man spews molten rock well I'm rockin blades of steel that's what I use I'm chopin' Old school new school Wrave's the name I'm too cool Don't call me Iceman you'll bleed like a fool -- Getalive spit fire flame ashy girl she know my name tellin me I'm too hot well baby girl I make it rain Shit this just a little change me my team we earned our fame Tres the shots went to champagne wanna buy my swag no wholesale gain Hitters are irrelevant when it come down to these presidents Ready are my elements Ain't nobody a better man I am a predator You've never seen me run and duck wouldn't want to press your luck.

"Yes. Yes I am. I am the greatest rapper alive. I am Mr. Wahh." With a bowl of rice, Mr. Wahh's sittin nice, coated in ice, he's a lyrical rap vice. We put up with his crap. He spits the finest rap. Mr. Wahh, could you please give us some of that? Petting his hound, he says something profound, that "the beat is around, but it has to be found." Does it exist? Just give us the gist! None of this mist with a twitch in our wrist. Oh Mr. Wahh, you could've been a rap star. Oh Mr. Wahh, you could've been a rap star. Oh Mr. Wahh, you could've been a rap star. Oh Mr. Wahh... Oh Mr. Wahh... "I don't think so. I don't give my raps away to anybody. Not for free; not for money; not to nobody nohow." He said we'd be fine. He said we were swine, sipping his wine among some equine. Shrouded in a veil, this holy rap grail, but the ship will sail, and to no avail. Will we get what we want: to be a confidant? Mr. Wahh's secrets taunt. We're l'enfants... It was time to retire, but we had to enquire why sit next to the fire without any desire. Oh Mr. Wahh, you could've been a rap star. Oh Mr. Wahh, you could've been a rap star. Oh Mr. Wahh, you could've been a rap star. Oh Mr. Wahh... Oh Mr. Wahh... And he said, "I'm the incredible the young unforgettable. You all are miserable, better yet pitiful. Unforgettable! Watch me break down in syllable. Interval! I am Mr. Wahh, The Invincible."

sttabbs! stttabbs! stabbbbbs! stabbsbsbbbbsbzzzaaabb! breaking glass and gun shots falling dirt and crumbled rocks zipper pulls and riled up jocks ticking hands on grandfather clocks (Chorus) sttabbs! those foley sounds from sample banks used by producer clowns sttabbs! when a word is not enough you have to use a stab so you can sound more tough fung fu and earthquakes revved engines and squealing brakes basketball shoes and hissing snakes drum machine cowbells that sound like fakes (chorus) celery cracking and bamboo sticks tattoo needles and smashing bricks that lapping sound when you're doggie licks money counters for those rich ass pricks (Bridge) the light sound of an innocent laugh champagne pouring and a bubble bath how much mushier could it get? oh, but you sampled porn from the internet... synthesized sweeps, touch tones phones (sttabbs!) modem squeals, and abstract tones (sttabbs!) SID chips running secret zones (sttabbs!) divas singing in their bedroom all alone! (chorus) videogame noises, and 80s toms shooting soldiers under dropping bombs ten thousand sounds on 10 CD-ROMs! you give yourself away if you sample your bongs (chorus) (Syncopated ending) low pass filters make lasers electric buzzes from tazers you know we're really trying if we're sampling our razors but hey! if the bass drop's low and the record scratch isn't to slow put a donk on it and go filth moth and wrave, we know about sttabbs! (echo..echo..echo..echo..echo..echo)

There was never a place that was quite like home i often found myself riding bikes alone along the sides people passed away friends left for other neighborhoods, while others came feuds burned hot. stories worth writing down while others we kept as secrets from the rest of the town ward road and patrick, north of the beltline, our hood throwing clay, firing squirt guns, kicking leaves, and breaking wood I miss the woods, they kept the richest dirts I learned that to fall on asphalt instead of the ground it bleeds and it hurts the business in the office building that took those trees away faded, too and i missed my chance to wave the tree goodbye where i buried you