I’m fearless, got less fear than none//
Take your no fear bumper sticker, rewrite the slogan//
No-one can touch me, rap shogun//
Kurosawa can film me, makin classics for-fun//
Maybe Scorsese, pov slow motion//
Reinvent the game, change your whole notion//
Of what it means to have balls, wide load son//
Your scro-tum too empty, mothafucka grow-some//
Meanwhile, my girl playin soccer//
Um, bro? I’m the bomb, this shit’s the hurt locker//
Proctor of the test, pencils down, check the clock, brah//
Spock-er than your logic, real McCoyer than your doctor//
‘Bout to have to mop-the floor with you imposters//
I power forward, fuck the bench, i’m the whole fuckin roster//
I organize c-rhymes, Corleone, cosa nostra//
Callin you cats like i c ‘em, Kevin Costner//
And I’m Clooney, you drownin, Waterworld you a flopper//
Ain’t had a hit since Whit sang I’ll Always Love Ya//
It’s mike, the C. stands for Clayton, winnin’ oscars//
I turn that gold to platinum, you turn bronze to copper//
I’m so Fantastic, Mr. Out-Fox ya//
You could be a heart stopper, I’m the pace maker//
Bushido blade bitch, if ya want we’ll trade sabers//
Hattori Hanzo-made razor, taste the blade flavor//
My other sword made of light so go ahead and spray lasers//
I’ll return the favor, another taste for you to savor//
Cut out your fuckin’ tongue then cauterize it, see ya later//
