well I never understood how anybody could say that
they be satisfied with the music that's out today
un-pacified by what's killin' the rest of you
I'm The Hair Kid, I'm here to rescue you
(aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?) nah, girl

when I skywalk, they be talkin' bout they profit
and when I fly, they see me flyin' independent like Epik High
we fight the battle and we winnin' it
lullabies, they all be sleepin' while we spinnin'
though when I'm in Japan, they got me sayin' わたしわがいじん
but if I'm Japanese they call me the 達人
if they a colonel you can call me Yossarian
they raisin' mission too much
if the labels are the axis, I'm the man in the high castle
consult the oracle and bring ya the next level
get my message in your head from inside your skull
ya strike me down I'll only become more powerful
the Energizer bunny ain't got a thing on me
got bigger bass, I got better electricity
I'm (w)rappin' circles around 'em wit' verbosity
I'm rulin' everything, they just playin' Sim City

'bout to blast away phlegmatic composition
I'm pullin' fast away from all the competition
'cause I been cast away from what they all be pushin'
they could not last a day in musical possession of
what it is that makes the rhythm more than
rhythmic fluff that fizzle like it's target isn't valid
but I'm the wizard of the coast
make you say wow like Blizzard, but I never play the MMO
'cause I know my time is better spent on bringin' the musical
the only grindin' that I do is out on the floor
I'm playin' Clinton 'cause I never was Ross Perot
I'm workin cheeks, call me "Busy Gillespie" yo
try to test me, man, it's just gonna prove my case
I hold the line like Brown Eyed Girls like I was a bass
you can't ignore me 'cause I rhyme all over the place
call me ぶっかけ 'cause I'm puttin' it in your face


yo, let's be clear about
what ya tryina know, what ya need to shout
I'm the one to make ya tingle kinda south
to make ya break a sweat, ya hot and bothered
get ya salivatin' all up in your mouth
like a rang a bell
so, without a doubt, know I do ya well
learn about the sound, ya know about the smell
my tongue is like a cheetah when it's hungry
everybody in my way be a gazelle, predatory lust
breakin' down the doors
like an illegal artificial augmentation of your chest
baby, this a bust
stakin' out my territory makin' room for my capacity to be the best
like no one was, except my test is how to break the laws
laws that state "the color of your skin is equal to the
junkiness and general lack of quality of rhythm in your funk"



what do ya want? well I don't know, let me see
no one know what they want, so I'ma try to be the key to
musical escalation, elevation, levitation
call me the best, or don't, I don't give a fluctuation
bringin' it back, or maybe not
maybe if ya thinkin' I'm wack I may be not
what ya thought that you were lookin' to jack
what baby got, talkin' biggest booty bass in the back
I may be naughty, but the shorties don't mind
feelin' fine, got 'em in a dirty Jersey state of mind
undeniably a heavy kind of influence on
why the booty shake the way it do
why Snoop had a pocket full of rubbers and his homeboys did too
gin and juice, or maybe tonic, when The Chronic dropped
me and my boys were playin' Sonic on the Genesis
what is this, people gettin' mad at me?
I'm in the zone so y'all call me "Flyin' Battery"


never was too simplistic
just a bit narcissistic
so what? I'ma declare it
vive les cheveux, hail to The Hair Kid