Yo!
Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit!

I write raps

And when niggas bite, I clap
´Cos their shit sounds better now
You done let me down
I thought it would be dope, but instead
Your shit´s dead
You gets fed
To the alligators lurking in the moat
Peep what I wrote
You bit so hard, I though your shit was a quote
But still I´m taxing, axing the competition
And any wack men, I stomp & dis ´em
Easily
And you can feel the pressure, plus
When I bust MCs´ll be
Trampling eachother trying to exit
When I flex it
The way I wreck shit is not unexpected
Niggas just lose when I choose

The best crews of MCs
And turn ´em into refugees
I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the
?Styles I compiles?, and cut ´em up like ?vows?
Think to yourself I write the shit
So you can bite the shit
And I´ll know, despite you get props
(To da beat!)
Niggas get dropped

That´s how it was and that´s how it is!

Enough with this wackness
Enough is my ?check?
Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX
I come real when I show skill
(Hey, yo, Saafir!) You macked on that ho ill
And that´s for real, my flow still

Is everlasting, niggas forever blasting
Shots when cash gets hot
You´re not fresh, so you hating when I be just
Ripping microphones without stating the obvious
Now how much harder can it get?
Niggas try to flow, but they soundin´ like me
A year ago
Shit, old, kaput, I got loot
To the hoes I´m cute, and so I always got boots
It´s me, so be free to feel the ?Ivy swing?
More niggas got my back than Rodney King
I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write
Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright
And you´ll run and tell your man, "Yo, peep this twist
It´s real, try to practise." But the mack is
Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound

I´m kickin´ shit to make MCs back down
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads
Niggas can be dead, I got ´em in line, like ?Stimpy?
Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt
You´re wack and it´s all your fault