Pop Quiz (Remix)

[Intro: Viktor Vaughn]

You better have your pencils ready!

Number two!

[Verse 1: IZ-Real]

It's time to enter the mental frame center

Locked hour glass, flash sense a sensor

Offenders never cross... mad spectors

Only mentors get pass to the last set of sectors

Adventures open doors, locked by laws

To simple plan leaves the common man lost

A force and a toss, tape decks on pause

But it'll never stop the world from its hectic cause

Electro is back by set time codes

A road glass mash this track when froze

Leave half frequencies in track peak modes

Transmitting tracks and quarter inch jacks

Only abstract message penetrates slacks on dats

Encoded by MF DOOM wax

That'll go back on titanium slipmats

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[Verse 2: Viktor Vaughn]

Out in the Everglades forever paid rockin' Blue Blockers

Maracas to the beat on her two knockers

This go out to the Yodas, Chewbaccas

Tube sock who sure to chase it use two vodkas

There's no ID (Uhhh) test question is less stressin

Do you need a chess lesson?

Keep the rest fessin after they best guessin

After yes yes'n, after party at the Best Western

Turn the beat up, meet up with Big IZ, it's big biz

Like computer wiz beat up big kids

A man ho out in Orlando

He about to flow or rock a banjo on the Man Show

Ya'll can't go, it's really not a comp thing

MF stomp and leave out like swamp thing

Flip quick like a fresh fax contract

Niggas bite bigger than they bark black

Shark attack!

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[Verse 3: IZ-Real]

I check landscapes when I awake and I states

Don't eat rare steaks, Doom break bread with fake mates

On off dates, I still work til dawn breaks

When it comes to stress, yo I got mad weight

Trouble's on my mind, we will save it a rhyme

Mic been held captive many a times

Sometimes hard to find, but it has survived

A thin line of hate and flakes and fake crimes

Gangsters, thugs, and cornball emcees

Taken for granted what I work hard to free

From greed a seed pass into deep seas

Out of the land of the fourth pharisees

False idols I got thum checkin for their vitals

No come dub subtext and subtitle

Insight awe, I prescribe Mydol

To the bloated rappers who do bite all

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