Explain to me. How did this bullshit happen?" (2X)  
  
 "I despise a duck MC on the mic"  > Defari 'Big Up'  
  
 Verse 1:  
 Rhymes and gems I run tracks like Ben Johnson  
 Dick Vytel said my style was awesome  
 P.T.P. MC  
 Prime Time Precisely  
 Word to Brothers I get Isely  
 And voyage to Atlantis black sea world of panthers  
 Where bothers don't question they answer  
 Mathematically with lyrics of strategy  
 The goal is to remedy the world of these wack MCs  
 Exactly, Defari lyrical athlete  
 Find me in the final heat of the Olympic track meet  
 For MCs  
 This kid he's not the average  
 I'm on the rise son like my name was Backstage Laminate  
 I got a cabinet of members all who posses spectacular vernacular  
 Blazing through contenders  
 I remember when hip hop was genuine  
 When gimmicks were limited  
 MCs were magnificent  
 Shows were omnipotent  
 The crowd was all feelin' it  
 If a kid had skills on stage yo he'd reveal it  
 But nowadays mad MCs need lessons in stage presence  
 Instead of claimin' they represent  
 While I enterprise, maintain, stay awake and wise  
 What you hear is what you get  
 No lies no disguise  
  
 Hook: (x4)  
 "How did this bullshit happen?  
 Explain to me. How did this bullshit happen?"  
  
 "Rhymes and Gems"  
  
 "I despise a duck MC on the mic"  
  
 Verse 2:  
 I like the milk I like the lactate  
 I like the milk type cords over a phat ass drum break  
 With skill my mind spins like windmills  
 For MC creeps I got noun and verb fills and brain pills  
 I combine dentistry with crainiology  
 Stacks of facts not mythology  
 So when I catch wreck to enterprise the land of the sunset  
 How much run should one don get?  
 I say plenty  
 That's word to Penny Hardaway  
 Hip hop is an arena and every show is like game day  
 On Sunday or Monday  
 Whatever day I play at a professional level  
 Here, in L.A.  
 And that's a raw fact no fiction in this guy  
 The essence of a pharaoh D to the E fari  
 The only weapon I brandish is my vernacular  
 Defari the tackler  
 Duck MC capturer  
  
 Hook  
  
 Verse 3:  
 Word to the Barbershop MCs I got the remedies for enemies  
 Who possess flimsies  
 Concepts I bomb step to detonate  
 A vocal explosion as big as a tidal wave  
 See I'm that kid that you know that you never even heard about  
 Defari Heru will soon spread by word of mouth  
 Through every ghetto street, backstreet and phat jeep  
 I enterprise the west combine with strength plus finesse (Now how we go?)  
 I 'm blessed by Allah Almighty  
 Teaching class daily plus I'm writtin' rhymes nightly  
 Mad MCs be lyin' everyday  
 They be them same kids who drink pop off instead of Bombay  
 Saffire  
 The day will come when they expire  
 Retire or get sliced by this lyrical barb wire  
 They admire  
 While I wire a fax to my everyday contacts  
 Plans to make my cash triple stack  
  
 Hook  
  
 Outro:  
 Thank you and good night