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So tell me, when you took the practice scholastic aptitude test Did you know the answers or did you guess? You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans And act all urban to jack-up your sound-scan What's the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically? Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary? Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation You look like snuffaluffagus and australopithecus Me cray, you abacus But enough about you, let's talk about me And how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy Making Nobel Prize winners question their notions of reality Oh, but I digress, you play Sorry, I play chess King's pawn to b-3, checkmate, go get some Percocets  Careful with that mic, Weezy Do you really think it's that easy?  Mmmm, this is really good ice cream, you want some of it? Oh, my bad I didn't know you were lactose intolerant Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away Only friends you keep are those you pay Always on the ready for the wack snack attack I carry sandwiches around in a straight-edge style Jansport backpack Got the gadget Q gave Bond Take control of your mind and make you jump in a pond Go "quack-quack" and flap your arms, leave you confused, but completely unharmed  Careful with that mic, Weezy Do you really think it's that easy? Do you really think it's true That up above they can't hear you?  Now, look here, both you and I know that the past ten years have been rather intense I'm ashamed to admit that I've been fooled by the seductions of violence People walking around with ugly auras At times I'm even tempted to seek the advice of Dr. Laura But I ignore her  And I take a deep breath and count to ten Ain't gonna let it get under my skin Take a deep breath and count to ten Think of all the nice places that I been  Like back when I was waging peace against the Visigoths I was tutored in the ancient mysteries by a wizened philosoph Learned the polyrhythm of celestial time And wait for the one to come and get it done to finish the rhyme  Careful with that mic, Weezy Do you really think it's that easy? Do you really think it's true That up above they can't hear you?