I’m a man o’ simple tastes, not sybaritic
I ran a little race, half a millisecond
Behind the guy who finished in second place
I’m my own worst critic
Need a change o pace to make a mark, see I’m worth diacritics
Steal your heart, feel the spark, deconvert eremitics
I’m where power con-verges-analytic func-tion, I’m like Mao or Kim Jong-Un
Cuz I’m an Asian at the top site, invasion of the spotlight
On occasions when I talk, might ‘ cause a paralytic man to walk right
Tighter than a croc bite, fighter pilot’s height still lower than my stock price
Soft ice ‘ cuz I’m warmin’ the earth
Heatin’ things up from Bergen to Perth
Triple up but often I’m omitted
That’s why my mark is the ellipsis
Started this, don’t know if I’ma finish
Let’s try, I’ve never been a cynic
Off the dome and it’s already vintage
Gosh, can Ozzy (ashkenazi) speak-me like I’m Yiddish
Osbourne (I was born) for fame, Prince of Darkness
Say my name, glimpse catharsis
I’m a man o’ simple words, not often boastful
But my woeful foes couldn’t pass the TOEFL
Scope o’ my tones is surpassin’ global
Horde o’ devotees at my disposal
Chernobyl’s glow is diminished in comparison
Di-rect currents like I’m muhfuckin Edison
Affect the tides, Poseidon’s bein’ arrogant
Navigate the Red Sea better than a plucky Saracen
Air (heir) to greatness like a master on a theremin
Dopamine levels spike when I’m spittin’ raps
So sick make ‘em all hypochondriacs
Think quick, you love it or your money back
Usain Bolt gonna quit when I run the track
Tax and death less certain than plaques on me
Got more class than practicin’ taxonomy
So grand I’m studied in- astronomy
Drop a CD and collapse the world economy
I’m a man who rarely feels any awkwardness
Old school fly like archaeopteryx
Indivisible spirit, ask Democritus
We all know who the carry on the roster is
I’m sweeter than the inside of a Rocket Fizz
And I could fix the UN with a socket wrench
Connect em all up like I’m collagen
Call a genetics guy-a god musta fathered him
I’m a man o many tastes and they’re quite complex
Sophisticated critic up on my doorstep
But soon he must lament (Sunni Muslim-ette), baby Malcom X*
Make him take his title back like Ralph-It-Wreck
I’m not a villain at heart, not an ad exec
This rap’ll never let your thesaurus rest
It’s shinin’ so bright like the aurora’s crest
A-pex of its time, ‘ Tyrannosaurus Rex
Man who saw us next had no choice but to prostrate
Flow’s seminal, I contain it like a prostate
So OP, same letters as a phosphate
Wannabes dressin up as me for their cosplay
*Someone pointed out that this line could be read as a criticism of Malcom X. This was absolutely not the intention -- the only intention I had was the wordplay between "soon he must lament" and Malcom X's conversion to Sunni Islam, along with the "baby" tie-in to the kids' movie referenced in the next line. I consider Malcom X to be one of the greatest civil rights leaders in American history, especially for his transcendent work in the Black Power and Black Arts movements.
