Now, I'ma keep saying what I'm saying til my temples are grey and all the temples blow away.
I keep my veins pumping cinnamon, I'm in on it.
The minute that my scripture hits ya, gets to peeling back your bonnet.
The world's most effective colonic, feeling ninety pounds lighter while I'm providing the sonic stimulation. The impetus of intimidation.
FEE FI FO FUM, I hope you got your torches lit.
Look at me, I'm fortunate.
Gorgeous borderlining on inappropriate. Top scientists can't even fathom the scope of it. Now I'm glowing with a noble luminescence.
I know I'm not the only one that notices.

Look at me, I'm fortunate.
Queen Size bed, a fire pit and two porches.
Look at me, I'm fortunate. Look at me, I'm fortunate.
More talent than any human being ever before, it's recorded.
You got it, Big Sir has been afforded Total Control, Total Control.
Shut your trap and relax, man, the master is practicing Total Control.

Ya'll are strolling down a slippery slope.
Consider this a history lesson, cause every second spent listening to it is the closer you are to your descendants.
Guess who's descending, here's a hint, it's never Mother Nature.
The nomenclature with the stature and the correct math to make the earth flat, coming at ya.
That was just a head's up, mac!
The real thing would make your psyche snap like a cracked bat.
That's that, there's no easy way to paint this.
Your ways are tainted and mine immaculate.
There's no passing this Merriam Webster ejaculate, shoot accurate.
Good luck trying to put a cap on it.

Look at me, I'm fortunate.
Queen Size bed, a fire pit and two porches.
Look at me, I'm fortunate. Look at me, I'm fortunate.
More talent than any human being ever before, it's recorded.
You got it, Big Sir has been afforded Total Control, Total Control.
Shut your trap and relax, man, the master is practicing Total Control.

B I G S I R
from where I be to where you are
B I G S I R
from where I be to where you are
B I G S I R
from where I be to where you are
B I G S I R