Knick Knack Whack Gets Smacked (4:49) [Math: Scratches, Samples, Machines]
(Like a nuclear bomb hitting thee ground)
[Math]: Slam these namby-pamby Cambrian MC’s who can’t handle me/Scram! Where’s yr manners? Yes ma’ams ‘n’ excuse me please!
Yr radio-phonic baloney from an era Mesozoic stayed stoic/I’ve put up with it, now let me stoke it
Before a Stone Age passes ‘n’ you feed thee masses/An opiate ‘n’ hope that it will satiate their passions
It Clashes <>--# with our longing for what’s lovely/We hurriedly search while they besmirch purity smugly
Stuck in thee past like thee +Dolorian+ broke down/& +Doc Brown+ ain’t there to pull ‘em out now
Windshield smeared too, eyes glued rearview/Themes are adhered to, no new limits pierced thru
BOO! It’s kizza-kinda scary isn’t it?/To know weak MC’s get G’s for their forgetfulness
Not knowing where rap started, thinking that they birthed it/You could listen to Rocafella for a year but not a second’s worth it
Ooops I blurted a quandary, conundrum/How those rappers lurk Triassic ‘n’ don’t know where they come from
If they don’t progress shouldn’t they know about thee old school? (yeah?)/No fool, let me explain thee sole rule
→Sales! Bottom Line? Sales!← /Artistry fails, white affluent males
Their primate attributes just barely evolved/Tho I hate their question of cash is solved
Format kept thee same, not a breakbeat has changed/Didn’t Run use that lyric? Fossilized in their brain
Classic styles won’t die but let’s move to new times/Where ideas fly freely from yr brain to mine
Rebellion is thinking, so why not fight?/Refusal to stoop to those who TRILOBITE
Words of pioneers, uh oh what’s that sound?/(Like a nuclear bomb hitting thee ground)
No Sunlite keeps ahead; Thee Medians won’t be misled
All we ask is you won’t be fed/That Weed No More → Thee Monkey Body Must Be Shed

[Zoom Loco]: Someone wondering what’s going on in Chechnya?/Something’s going down ‘n’ still thee bomb’s not letting up
Something’s Russian so that even if yer Chechen/Climate isn’t good for capital investing
+Mute Frances+ totally entranced like Yoda/Yer a crazy drunk? Well I’m a loco sober
Skip thee hip hop yo I’m crossing over/Flip some bebop or some bossanova
$No twin, no star, no bling bling/I like sparkle, I’m a-sing
Like a diamond in thee rough, I write my rhymes off thee cuff/Twinkle to become a planet, Pluto too small can’t be, can it?$
I kick, I kick, I kick, I keep kicking/Vehicles rolling, I’m playing chicken/It’s sickening these disgusting Beavers spouting
+I play electric guitar as I climb thee mountain+/A fountaineven tho my skills yer doubting/I try to +bring da ruckus+ ‘n’ despite yer shouting
My draw is that I rap for thee causes/My causes might be different from ya’lls/I ain’t too into women’s lib
Matter of fact, put this on wax that a woman’s place is in thee Crib/Or by thee Crib tending to thee childrens
Paying attention’s better than spending all thee cash for Ritalin
Traced to thee place that’s about faces/So racist wasters creates tremendous tasters/& all yer still all poor, destroyers like Star Wars
Yr bleeping hardcore porn, I beep-beep my car horn/Listen, my onomatopoeia tricks ‘n’/My diction goes Crash Smash Blam with friction
Like Nixon, thee tricky style filled with fricatives/I’m not indicted, but my style’s indicative

Spit Phat Battle Tracks, Hit That Daddy Mack/Knick Knack Paddy Whack Give A Dog A Bone
Get That Saddle Back, Skip Whack ‘Idol’ Tracks/Sit Back ‘n’ Relax On Thee Microphone

[Math]: My homegrown know how goes on, I execute art/Shoot smart, a 4 course service/no ala cart
From a true heart impart knowledge, stocked like Walmart/Trapped by verbal darts, pinned down by thee Charts
Chopped like Cuisinart, No Exit like Sartre/+Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right BA Select Start+
Do over, redo this, reset yr cart before yr horses/Redo this, do over, yr best 3 albums? Worthless!
Curses! Dignity disgraced, too many verses/It worsens, styles become much less earthen
While I get serving, getting low like dwarf men/If then, don’t send, Big Ben, Go again!

[Zoom Loco]: Call me “Zoom Zoom” or call me “Zoom Loco”/Warm it up +Vroom Vroom+ now turn up thee vocals
Thee locals know that my tone is thee best/& I zoom-zoom-loco like thee Pony Express/& yes I express righteousness ‘n’ no less
& thee zest doesn’t pester but leaves you impressed/Unless yr nest eggs may be less than blessed by those whose flows have already coalesced
Into thee ice crystal, +Pistol Gripped+ +Fistful of Steel+/For real, keep thee +potion that you spill+/& thee Gauntlet that I throw down
Navigate it with my know how/+Blue elf shot the food!+ Let’s go now
Straight to thee exit, spiral to thee next pit/Up one, one up, one world or World Cup/I’m kicking like penalties thee world over/GOAL!
I’m a-move fast like Zoom Loco/Can’t fight thee villain, less Cold ‘n’ more +Chillin’+/Know that +Top Billin’+ is held by Bob Zimmerman
Winner ‘n’ sitting with incredulous gape/Dealing it all with his sedulous apes
I spit it raw but I won’t spit it sloppy/A bit Southern drawl, it’s a style you can’t copy
You need curtain calls? You can sit there ‘n’ watch me/Or else let it drop to thee chorus, can’t stop me!