Ladies and gentle-ladies. It is time for the congregation to rise with one voice and say..
Now bear witness to the metamorphosis. We be getting your missus as wet as a swordfish is. Nah, forget about it. I already lost interest. The truth is the truth and a metaphor isn't. You're ready to forfeit but you already forfeited. What would Cosby be like if he never lost Dennis? You don't really want it if we set it off in this. So, just shut the fuck up and let the god finish. I'm climbing up the pedestal, no matter what they said of you. Now you're wondering why they put the tiger in the pen with you. Tellin' promoters you're dyin' for some revenue. Your homie got it covered in Tobias like a never-nude. But I ain't David Cross, I'm the kind of giant that cross David, or rock harder than what David toss. Atom, I split that, like Kit-Kats, and swim through piranhas and shake 'em off
When time keeps slippin', your mind's no different. Stand up lil homie, you part of a Khangregation
Whether Shalom aleikhem or A'Salaam Alaikum
Stand up lil homie, you part of a Khangregation
So motherfuck who a problem, I'm the sun, moon and star. I'm finna jump your for talkin', I'mma crux you to the carpet. Decorated with ladies cause I cum to the carpet. A gentleman excelling in that "fuck you" department. The fuck you done started, from that one -room apartment? Now this shit is too heavy for just one spool of Charmin. Words are a weapon, so I'm cutting through the jargon. If you reap what you sow, then I'm up with the garden. In other words, a novelty. I only rap well, and sing a little, too, but I ain't no Maxwell. A native of the land of the Manuels. Over-worked, under-paid like I made with the GAP sales. Stop talkin' out and tryin' to break even, or you'll get thrown from the ring like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan. Money come and go but poverty ain't leavin', so if this is my job, there's gotta be great reason
And thus concludes Chapter 1. Soul Khan, DJ Element. Welcome back to where you have always belonged