I've got the understanding of a four year old
  I've got the piece of mind of a killer's soul
  I've got the rationale of a New York cop
  I've got the patience of a chopping block
    I've got the accumen of a seasoned pro
  I've got the legacy of a billion souls
  I've got the world down my back, but I don't seem to care
  I've got the comprehension of a world unaware
    Can't you trip like I do?
    Laid out on my back, I can't sleep 'cause I'm slumming
  Eyes in my teeth, I can't see 'cause I'm eating
  Head full of noise, I can't think 'cause it's crushing
  Back on my feet, like a freight train I'm cumming