♪ *Braggin' five, did he mention that* ♪ ♪ *he borrowed 10?* ♪ ♪ *Plus his whip is due* ♪ ♪ *back in at 9:00 a.m.* ♪ ♪ *And his chain and his girl's* ♪ ♪ *got a time on them* ♪ ♪ *Shine divided, aligned with the mirrors* ♪ ♪ *Multiplied was the light and* ♪ ♪ *the prism did the blinding* ♪ ♪ *illusion was bright* ♪ ♪ *but his mind's not a diamond* ♪ ♪ *but mine is, I sight him,* ♪ ♪ *I couldn't wrong or right him* ♪ ♪ *I lie with the lions* ♪ ♪ *and he's sky-high and signed* ♪ ♪ *Defining a genre that's changing with time* ♪ ♪ *Declining a culture, its roots undermined* ♪ ♪ *I'd rather insult them* ♪ ♪ *than move with the tides* ♪ ♪ *I'm rude with the mic...* ♪ - Oi! 