You homies think you've got that swing
Flapping 'round with all that bling
I'm here to tell you straight and true
That stuff's old: what I've got's new
I don't need no Argos links
It's plated, fake, and really stinks
I don't deal in no mnemonics
I mix style and electronics
Just ditch that silver-plated bangle
It ain't the thing you wanna dangle
Here's why I'm better than all of yous
I wear a dozen CPUs
So don't be getting all erratic
This stuff here repels your static
I'm here to keep you in the loupe
Computer-wear is the new scoop
I got SIMMS and DIMMS in all my pockets
They ain't for putting in no sockets
You can keep your Cartier and Rolex
I wear IBM and molex
I got diodes, chips and jacks
I got singles, strips and packs
It ain't that hard to figure
I'm a techno-savvy niggah
Yo, word, man.