well hello, let me introduce myselfnthey call me macka, big mackanand my voice-activated house doesn't even worknbut i'm back in the lab againnmaking something out of dirtni got a spliff in my top pocketni got a cannonnthe size of something nyou can't possibly imagineni jump off boatsni cut through hills and guttersni bluff the whole tablenlike fuck you, silly duffersnnwe changed the gamenlike when the first boat came with cocainenpaved our way with gold flamenflows aim to blow brainsnwith cards up my sleeve,ni play old maid with dope damesnundercover secret agentncode name is coltranenin a dusty jazz barnis double 0 deuce with double 0 8nthe two double 0 8 troublesome twonwith a robo-tech djni'm cued across the fadernto the ... who drops the flavornthree smooth operatorsn(just like that...)nn(unfortunately, we haven't time to play games...)nnwith my researchersni do sidewalk astronomynwe burn the weed in secondsni'm just chillin' in my buildingnwith a ... street collectivensee, we struck a major chordnwith the magic from the stage, i soarndoubt nevermorenthe raven's rapping at your chamber doornso praise the lordnand see unusually different, beautifully giftednsailing forth, mad musical misfitsnme, myself and my melody mistressnmake a monster meek nwith magic in misty mountainsnwhere the mace and mobsters meetnnthey call me cosmic cowboynkookaburra killernmax back on the track, yes i'm illernand the last emcee ni barbecued on my grillanyes, for rillanyes, for rillanso back the fuck off menand go and make me coffeenyou rappers think you're rockynbut not one of you can stop menthat's why i puff opiumnwith christopher walkennin an amsterdam cafenat six in the mornin'ni'm kickin' the door innyou bitches are boringni'm bringing the storm inn'cause you chickens are snoringncan you vision me soaringnin this blizzard performingnand crosswords like clockworknin glistening orangen(just like that...)nni'm at the gambling spotnwith my hand on my cocknlookin' for another blockni can damage and rockni'm surfin' with fishesni'm pervin' on bitchesnmy mission on this busnis to get dirt on them hingesnwhen ... troops camenfor hussein's fuel chainnthey say dollars make centsnbut all i got is loose changenshoot game, i'm that wildcatnthrough the hoop's flamesn'til doomsday, it's bruce waynenon a crusadenni'm the king of the committeenwatch me think of something wittynlike a boring board meetingnand i slip myself a mickeyndon't eyeball me, bitchnmy clique is the gooniesnmy guard dogs are hard rocknbitch, with an uzinthrough the world wind,nwe pass batonsnswinging it like a magic wandnpoetical patterns like pebblesnperpetually skipping across that placid pondnare you catching on?nlet me give you a keyntrue love is not a cagenit's a home in which you are freen(just like that...)