From Panama to Canada Einstein's the man of theYear, get the trash outta here like a janitorChain so heavy when he step in the placeYou could tap him on the shoulder and he fall on his faceDropped the single fresh mode, you thought we would foldThirty days later, Einstein had goldSo what you sayin?My man scans the collectiblesFor the LP chock full of delictiblesFor the MP he could reshape the lead breakCut it in halfChangin the speed rateOr make it self-arrange(?) when it's on the turntableHe wore the dookie when we met Queen ElizabethAsked her was she jealous, she said "A little bit"I guess a crown jewel never comparesTo the rope that the Einstein wearsThey got the eye on the gold chainThey got the eye on the gold chainrepeat CHORUS
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