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[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham]
The E is like a genius when off the liquor
Nobody could kick it so sick or much sicker
Always gonna be someone who tougher or bigger
But pullin' a piece proves ya stupid, go figure
Cuz of my color, might call me a whigger
Though I bang slang I don't bite like chiggers
So how ya'll figure when ya can’t do the math
On two figure eight’s I’m like Jeru with the wrath
Sometimes a good guy the one in the white hat
Don't believe it, hold up, I be right back
I be bright black, synapses fire fission
Never make decision to retire from the mission
So ya'll liars listen to a higher higher truth
Cuz I inspire when I'm spittin fire in a booth
Y'all been duped by the corporate takeover
So I let loose on all these morbid fake soldiers

[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
White boy back in the cut, who back it up like what?
So stay back out my face, back that ass up
Ya actin juvenile twerkin with ya butt up
So wassup? spit rude bile or just shut the fuck up
Take it to gift wrap, I'm known to box it up
Puttin bumps on ya face, chicken pox, what?
So yes siree, we disrupt puppets of the industry
So suck it see cuz none of ya'll could fuck with me
Got more money than ya’ll will probably ever see
But I don't lie on my dick or lie up on MTV
Ever notice how everyone speak wild hyperbole
And never know how wild the word will really be
So ya love me off the bubbly, nah I’m off the beer
Ya’ll in fear, don’t try to mess around, you queers
Tryna come up, get up on my nuts
You a buncha dick riders, so yea I said what?

[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
Gettin' lost in my head isn't uncommon
So when written in lead it’s just so so bombin
So ya know I got myself a problem
Most don’t know the culture that keeps they heads noddin’
Diggin in the sepulchre like I was grave robbin’
Cuz in the underground we is problem solvin'
Like Rakim, I just came in the door
Straight pop-lockin, claimin' I never snore
Cuz I never sleep, I be’s way too deep
And just see, I never take a dive when I breath
So I always keep it live up in the party
And hardly even need to be sippin on Bacardi
Well partly, I do like sippin on thangs
Don’t need writtens, I could rip it off the brain
So up your spit game if ya wanna play with Edgar
I’m sick man and I could just play it better