This is a song about "Rate"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Now the ddr's clocking at the 'xact same rate

I get on beats and defecate on rappers who are second rate

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

But it was at another rate

Her heart rate slows to normal

This is the root of all evil

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight