My rapping skills are terrible. Yeah, that’s one thing I can’t do is rap. But I can rap. That’s because I love you. 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 ricocheting 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,” because I found a hella way to fuse it. With rock, shock rap with Doc. Throw on “Lose Yourself” and make ’em lose it.