Whatever歌词

Ayo, what's up?
There's a lotta mother******s out here
With a style similar to mine nowadays
You know what
I mean? Be tryin' to like
They infiltrated the camp and now they
They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know
But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like
Whatever you know what
I'm sayin'?
It's too strategical and mathematical
I rotate so fast that
I appear invisible
I keep the chemical but never subliminal
The force centrifugal and spiritual
You got static?
You are grounded 'cause
I've mastered electrical
Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said
I was a son to him
Still my L
P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause
Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers
In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical
Applied science left
MC's penetrable
The leader's stroke is apocalyptic
Hostile like
Arabics in
Israel with automatics
And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic
Set it off, fire burn up
Jack Frost and
Santa Claus
Whatever you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever
And to all y'all crews, whatever
Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'
The ultimate
MC equation, ferromagnetic
Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why
I'm a ************* head
And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic
Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this *************t
The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics
Got MC in' locked down like a convict
Blowin' up opposition as
I maneuver through it
And to make sure it's over stood,
I stick around
Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods
Rock my crown like
Shaka did, hold it down
************* your mind up like
Joe Jackson kids, check it out
So whatever you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever
I gotta do my thing,
I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever
I gotta do my thing,
I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever
I gotta do my thing,
I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever[Incomprehensible]
WhateverFire, flames, heat up the competition
Spontaneous combustion, like the
Pope's religion
Your style of emcee in' is
PaganismYour rhymes make no sense, just like a
Roman Christian
But your *************s soup you up like
LiptonThe
Gwong Jan
Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again
The snake bites again, but
I'm immune to the poisonous venom
Ask the devil, he knows
I'm dangerous
Freak on the mike but not ***ual, call me unalike'
Cause my rhymes are never homo
Make you sad, like when
Cher left
Sonny Bono
Fire burn,
Giuliani,
Pataki and
CuomoWhatever you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever
I gotta do my thing,
I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever