The Big Band Theory

Verse 1:

I got x-ray vision

Never spent a day in prison

Do the Sand get women?

Do a frog say 'ribbit'?

I don't talk it I live it

I don't talk I listen

Fuck milk, got rhythm?

Hip-Hop my religion

I observe mad rigid

I go in mad different

When I'm done I ad-lib it

Sound fat mad lipids

I'm the type of organism

Sightseers try and visit

Emcees try and mimic

Might catch an aneurysm

Might seem kinda livid

I'm just tryina make a livin'

Throw your hands like Dhal-ism

If you rep the outer limits

Watching me go in is

Both an honor and a privilege

Can't keep me from illin'

No amount of penicillin

God made me in his image

Then he sent me on a mission

I whipped up Nourishment

To battle, malnutrition

Can't cure my condition

I'm big dog like Clifford

I'm on a roll likе Michelin, pressing rewind I еlicit

I'm on a roll like invalids, I get behind from highnesses

When it comes to composition

There is no competition now dig it 'eeaahh

Chorus:

How's it feel like life is on candid cam

Rap game getting hairy than panda hands

Brickhouse mathematics, jam my tracks

Sand bringing shit together like, ampersands

If you wanna leave in an ambulance

Throw your fitted cap in the ring with Sand

You the type of ignoramus that's blind to facts

Used to think a titty feel like a bag of sand

You are not adept at getting hands to clap

You are not adept at getting fans to stan(d)

Boy Sand will flabbergast yo ass

Verse 2:

I'm a fan of Pat Ewing

Got a lot of plans brewing

Y'all don't know what you're doing

Lemme show you how to do it

You don't wanna get into it

Dog you'll get ruined

We are not congruent

You are kinda cartoonish

This is Hip-Hop music

Do not misconstrue it

I take a beat and I loop it

Then I throw a 'horyuken

The way you flow sound stupid

I sound superhuman

What I do with de plume

Make the party get humid

I make the party get moving

Chicks grabbing at my unit

Female undergrad students

Black, Latin, or Jewish

Especially if you're bi-curious

Um...let's do it

Greek chicks say I'm the cutest

Drop togas and tunics

I keep it cool like a Buddhist

Keep your 808's boomin

Before I flow I clear my mucous

Afterwards I take a Luden's

Y'all audio pollutants

I'd rather bump the Oompa Loompas

I been dab a lil rubric (?)

Read: room for improvement

The school of hard knocks prove it

Since you're a school of hard knocks truant

I don't lose I lose it

All youse are use-a-less

Outro:

Gather round party people up in the place to be

Emcees if you eager to taste defeat

This way more funky than cuttin' the cheese

Fuck pay-for-play we playin' for keeps

Every single page a major decree

Mr. Sandman...bring me a drink please

Okay! You are just somethin' to eat

You was just emceeing I was, catching my Z's

I got more fluids than rivers and streams

Me delivery don't ever repeat

I'm so underground there's nothing beneath me

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yaaaaah)