You know what I mean
You could put a label on a life,
Put a label on a lifestyle
Sometimes...
You know
Put a label on how you wake up every morning
And go to bed at night

I’ve been diggin into crates ever since I was livin in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology and big bang theology
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessin it
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords in double helixes and show them what I’mmade of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of you emcees whohate us
So you can try on, Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this

You know what I mean
You could put a label on a life,
Put a label on a lifestyle
Sometimes...
You know
Put a label on how you wake up every morning
And go to bed at night