[Intro]
Rollin’ up to Michigan
And I ain’t wearin’ draws (ha)
I ain’t wearing draws
I ain’t-- I ain’t wearing draws
Rollin’ up to Michigan
And I ain’t wearin’ draws (ha)
I ain’t wearing draws
I ain’t-- I ain’t wearin’
I ain’t wearin’--

[Verses]
H-E-A-T-H
M-C-N-E-A
S-E, S-E see all day
R.I.P. MCA
Hopped out of my bed, smell like Polo Red
Look good, rap good, smell good
But it don’t go to my head
'Cause I’m humble, Bryant Gumbel
Rifling Bible bundle
Making my faith the archetype for rival’s idol’s crumble
Katherine Heigel said her bridal dress’ price just doubled
Heck no patron, 'xpetro patronum, homie
I go Dumble
Door to door but Gryffindor was full
Slytherin is horrible
Hufflepuff’s adorable
The sorting hat's an oracle
Sorting magic, hoarding Hagrid’s portable
Raise a Ravenclaw
Tell me my TARDIS outfit’s LARP-able
Might Morphin
My vital organs pump some tight endorphins
Built for fight of flight but WebMD told me they might be hormones
Watching Orphan Black on BBC she’s quite the orphan
Plus the dreaded twin—the one that’s less intense—be twice as gorgeous
Make stacks like Apollo did, didn’t I?
Leave your girl’s house like I run an Iditarod
I don’t really care whether they say that I did or not
I did it or didn’t do it depending on what I’m sipping on
Vantage point shift like a parallax type
Like a pair of slacks waistline 22 slims
Men anoint this like I’m Kerouac tight
Like a pair of Jack’s Nicolas and [?] friends
Jimmy crack corn I don’t care a lot about it
He was in his whack dorm all marijuana clouded
Eating In-N-Out [?]
On an internet forum chattin’ like he wanna battle
I don’t think he want it
I don’t think he want it
Everybody know my freaking bars are anointed
Every time I touch a microphone I’m a wanted
Man whether dead or alive, I’m in the wanteds
Holiest of holies, Robes around me
My clothes so dope ‘cause I’m cloaked in Downy
Fabric softener
As the arbiter of right and wrong I’m a thousand kilometers
Away from you all --morally speaking
I’m praying to the Lord while you’re in a meeting
While you’re in the club out whoring and drinking
I’m reading Deuteronomy exploring the meaning
Of life
I took a morning just to hit a Book of Mormon
And I’m happy to report that it’s a good performance
But y’all ain’t knowing a menorah from a book of Mormon
Or a Sodom and Gomorrah from a hood in Portland
Or a Siddhartha from bodhisattva
Bhagavad Gita, Mahabharata
Hyundai Elantra, Mazda Miata
And “hasta la vista” from an “hasta mañana”
So what else should I do?
The Bible told me I should what El Shaddai do
I'm dolo and I love it, no else in my crew
I’m solo and I love it, no one else paid my dues
Sisterhood of Traveling Pants Rappers
Can’t find a steez so you wanna be Chance rappers
Y’all just Dan Rather chucking back antacids
Ducking the man and now you wanna be fans after

This is arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Got body-body anybody [?]
If this artist be found guitar-less
Then I probably Metta Peace like it is Artest
These supposed originals explode like dirigibles
Exposing the bones of identical
Clones In a typical assembly line that
Might make the likes of Mr. Ford go digital