I stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression Tensed up like I’m suffering from a case of nasal congestion Eyes hazel, complexion beige, age still in question Critics hate my tape kids can’t wait for the next one As long as there’s rejects, my tape never e-jects the deck That’s the level of re-spect each cd gets While y'all are grasping at straws like me snortin' crushed aspirin And gaspin' at air ‘n collapsin’ in malls I’m just a realistic impression of artistic expression Who’s tape was in the deck when the kids shot up delicatessen So when I — launch a verse full of contra-verse That’ll haunt you worse than Ma$e before he joined the church Ok kids I dismiss this class I’m going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas Umm, Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his ass This is my last album , this is my last Valium Just pick my ass up when I pass out in the bathroom If y'all don’t like this shit that you hearing then blow me ‘til your lipstick is smearin' And I can see my dick disappearin’