Wassup, it's the Optimus.nNo stoppin' us.nPositronic pathways...connected.nAlignment...Autobeat.nnLalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa (X2)nLalalalalannChorus:nnIt's the same old song,ndigging in the same record bin, hit the same bong,nliving in the same city,nyes on the same sidewalk,nwith some played out game, and some played out talk.nnLalalalalannMan I'm just sick of these dudes,nalways walkin' round like you're in a bad mood,nbringing everybody down with your whack attitude,nwith some messed up style, and a stressed-out groove.nnPull your seat back, allow this abstract poet to read back,nthose fat raps on that fat track to get your feedback.nMy backpack is stacked to the max with phat rhymes-nnow headlining: English and Optimus Rhyme! -- andnsimple minds commit suicide when I step in the joint,njump on stage, grab the mic, people start to point,nstaring at this: the craziest hip-hop lyricist,nrappers from New York to Los Angeles are all gettin' diss'd.nnI'm still at it, after mathematics,nputting Seattle up on my map, battling static,nmaking local hip-hop a habitnlet me see that Boom Bap CD, hey AHP?n[What, you don't have it?]nnA young man on a solo tip without a band and I'm,nspitting speech you can barely understand now I'mntouring across the land in front of fansnforget that, yo, this is my life, guess again...nn(Chorus)nnHey yo I'm through with meaning,nI write graffiti on the ceilingnit reads open up and die, open up and die,nbut I don't heed my advicenwhen I'm opening up my lifenI should have thought twicengiving up 24 hours for a fight,na little bit like thisnYou being dissed, your head caught like a snitchnI know nobody's perfect,nsee I speak my mind, it saves time,nit eliminates confusionnit keeps you on the same page that I'm moving.nIt comes to the point, [it's F.Y.I]nJust lettin' you know where I stand, it's easy to decide.nYou can be my ally, or be on the other side,nit really doesn't matter, I don't confuse my pridenwith the feelings of the people who can't hang aroundnwon't stand for nothin',nnI'm not the type to stand out in the crowd,nI'll keep a loud mouth but a low profile.nnIt's unsettling the way these rappers bring these flows,nI hate those, copycat clones, and these showsnthat they call hip-hop, not, it's all jealousyninstead of trying to move the crowd, they criticize me.nYour attitude is nothing, I've got somethingnfor you fat rap cats who think the Optimus is bluffing,nyou got a problem -- say something! -- grab a micnand let flows be the definitive factor for this fight.nnYo I could spend my whole life puttin' pen to the paper,nit don't change real life in the vapor,nmight be the way for people to be safernI keep the caper object unsolvednTwenty-seven certified laws circumnavigate,njust revolve, you think the ball's gonnanand begin a bit thick, I just downshift,nto the ground, look around, you're in the basement.