Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma,
you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it
through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say
is ricochetin' off of me
And it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more
than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience
A feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the
haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I
fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way
to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music,
you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they
do when they get jealous
They confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "