Ayo, don´t even worry ´bout it, my legendary stylin´
Between Harry Belafonte and Harry Allen
I´m from a city where it´s violent and it´s overcrowded

I put it on the map, y´all ain´t even know about it
I brought the poet out it, the soul flowin´ out
Made it hard to figure how y´all managed to go without it
A mic with a chord, I never do a show without it
When dealin´ with force, I lift ´em up and throw ´em out
I know the way to go the route, show you what a soldier ´bout
Big boy arms, I´m holdin´ out, clips foldin´ out
Used to be a lil´ snot nose, but I´m older now
You can try what you want, I´ll show you what I don´t allow
Fuck all the runaround, you on a huntin´ ground
You spit a hundred bars, I spit a hundred rounds
You run a hundred yards tryna get out of bounds
That´s when I tackle y´all and show you how the thunder sounds

Bang ya as we approach the danger
With beats that awoke the anger
And I ain´t know the music was supposed to change us
But when I start spittin´, this shit is so contagious
It smokes the pages
I literally spoke to sages
They said it´s no hope to save us
´Cause we the bad guys, you supposed to blame us
But nowadays, everybody close to famous
But stop modelin´ and wild styling´s in the wind like an allergen
Y´all motherfuckers could forget about challengin´
I blind rappers like a magnified halogen
You tryna tussle with the truth, how about it then?

I am lightyears beyond, not behind the line
I´m what separates dumb from truly divine
Get me a Crystal Head vodka with a twist of lime
Then watch rappers get smoked like a nick of thyme
I will bring it to your doorstep, pick a time
I will put you in a body bag, kick a rhyme
Niggas sick, but they not near as sick as I am
Rappers is slick, but they not near slick as I am
I don´t give a flyin´, stop signifyin´
Stop speakin´ into the mic and die dignified
I´m that insecticide, pesticide, genocide
You in the morgue, absolutely identified