Whatever

Ayo, what's up?

There's a lotta motherfuckers out here

With a style similar to mine nowadays

You know what

I mean? Be tryin' to like

They infiltrated the camp and now they

They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know

But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like

Whatever you know what

I'm sayin'?

It's too strategical and mathematical

I rotate so fast that

I appear invisible

I keep the chemical but never subliminal

The force centrifugal and spiritual

You got static?

You are grounded 'cause

I've mastered electrical

Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical

Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said

I was a son to him

Still my L

P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause

Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers

In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical

Applied science left

MC's penetrable

The leader's stroke is apocalyptic

Hostile like

Arabics in

Israel with automatics

And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic

Set it off, fire burn up

Jack Frost and

Santa Claus

Whatever you want to do, make it clever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

And to all y'all crews, whatever

Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'

The ultimate

MC equation, ferromagnetic

Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why

I'm a weed head

And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it

Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic

Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit

The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics

Got MC in' locked down like a convict

Blowin' up opposition as

I maneuver through it

And to make sure it's over stood,

I stick around

Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods

Rock my crown like

Shaka did, hold it down

Fuck your mind up like

Joe Jackson kids, check it out

So whatever you want to do, make it clever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

I gotta do my thing,

I represent

And to all y'all crews, whatever

I gotta do my thing,

I represent

And to all y'all crews, whatever

I gotta do my thing,

I represent

And to all y'all crews, whatever[Incomprehensible]

WhateverFire, flames, heat up the competition

Spontaneous combustion, like the

Pope's religion

Your style of emcee in' is

PaganismYour rhymes make no sense, just like a

Roman Christian

But your niggas soup you up like

LiptonThe

Gwong Jan

Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again

The snake bites again, but

I'm immune to the poisonous venom

Ask the devil, he knows

I'm dangerous

Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike'

Cause my rhymes are never homo

Make you sad, like when

Cher left

Sonny Bono

Fire burn,

Giuliani,

Pataki and

CuomoWhatever you want to do, make it clever

Whatever, whatever, whatever

I gotta do my thing,

I represent

And to all y'all crews, whatever