Whatever Lyrics - Wrath Of The Math - Jeru The Damaja

Ayo, what's up? There's a lotta motherfuckers out here 

With a style similar to mine nowadays 

You know what I mean? Be tryin' to like 

They infiltrated the camp and now they 

They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know 

But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like 

Whatever you know what I'm sayin'? 

It's too strategical and mathematical 

I rotate so fast that I appear invisible 

I keep the chemical but never subliminal 

The force centrifugal and spiritual 

You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've mastered electrical 

Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical 

Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him 

Still my L P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause 

Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers 

In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical 

Applied science left MC's penetrable 

The leader's stroke is apocalyptic 

Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics 

And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic 

Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus 

Whatever you want to do, make it clever 

Whatever, whatever, whatever 

And to all y'all crews, whatever 

Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin' 

The ultimate MC equation, ferromagnetic 

Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why I'm a weed head 

And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it 

Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic 

Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit 

The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics 

Got MC in' locked down like a convict 

Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver through it 

And to make sure it's over stood, I stick around 

Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods 

Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down 

Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson kids, check it out 

So whatever you want to do, make it clever 

Whatever, whatever, whatever 

I gotta do my thing, I represent 

And to all y'all crews, whatever 

I gotta do my thing, I represent 

And to all y'all crews, whatever 

I gotta do my thing, I represent 

And to all y'all crews, whatever 

[Incomprehensible] 

Whatever 

Fire, flames, heat up the competition 

Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion 

Your style of emcee in' is Paganism 

Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian 

But your niggas soup you up like Lipton 

The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again 

The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom 

Ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous 

Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike 

'Cause my rhymes are never homo 

Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono 

Fire burn, Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo 

Whatever you want to do, make it clever 

Whatever, whatever, whatever 

I gotta do my thing, I represent 

And to all y'all crews, whatever