Yo, yo, yo!
This is the one and only, Solstilla Ice,
with my homie dawg OC, the master of vice.
Right at ya from Taiji-town,
we'll take away that frown!
There's no chance to be down,
'cause the G's are around.
We'll win this election
with no fears of rejection
it's the law of natural selection;
competition: hit ejection!
Ooh!Ooh!Okay, okay, okay,
come on, walk this way.
Let's take a look at these freaks
and see who of them reeks.
First there's Pragmiah,
he used to be tha Speakah,
now he just talks about grammar
when he's not talking 'bout his Peter!
Ooh!Ooh!He runs with Korinn
who's really really borin'
when this race is through,
he'll see he's a foo',
and though he calls himself Basket
we'll be dancing polka on his casket!
Ooh!Ooh!Little kid Myroria, he's up next,
to know him you need to know the context:
he loves his rights, he loves his freedoms,
every single day he puts on his Speedoms.
Ooh!Ooh!He thinks he's got style,
he thinks he's got grace,
but that's only for the while,
we gonna put him in his place.
[Female chorus:]
Myroria!
Hyper-boring-ah!
He doesn't even know that sound doesn't travel in space!
Myroria!
We assure ya!
Once you grow older, the pimples, they'll leave your face!
Inglo-Scotia, a.k.a. I-S
or "who? Couldn't care less!"
Of the bank he's made a mess,
who will that impress?
I need to confess,
I would rather vote for Ess!
Ooh!Ooh!St. Oz runs with Prag,
together they're a gag
and I don't mean a joke
this region they would choke.
Ooh!Ooh!He may have made the map,
but that don't mean crap,
'cause he would be the cap,
to Taijitu's life tap.
Ooh!Ooh!O-T-U-S, a G from the /b/,
he runs with OC,
and he can't just see,
he can't win me.
Ooh!Ooh!To candidacy Flem said nay,
when he heard I was coming to play,
he knew he could no stay
so like a girl he ran away!
Ooh!Ooh!Finally there was Allama,
who would've won clearly,
but she decide to say "no,"
so she wouldn't have to shear me.
Oh yeah!Oh yeah!
That's the competition,
but what do I 'present?
My superior volition
has no precedent.
I know every law
like the back of my hand,
if you ever do wrong,
I'll know where you stand.
'cause that's what I am,
equal, fair and just,
but diss me with your spam
and your ass we will bust.
Ooh!Ooh!I'd love to say,
"word to your mother"
but I'm not out,
just giving it to my brotha.
He's got the beat,
he's got the lyrix,
it's an amazing feat:
the way we do politix.
Word.
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