| Yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a mayne | 
| Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can | 
| From nikes on my feet, to the mic that I freak | 
| Emcee will agree that I’m precise on the beef | 
| Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over | 
| Consistanly light shit up like chain-smokers | 
| Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers | 
| Fresh is the duky gold chain kain showed us Funny how your honey (???) came over | 
| When you were aroute last night, coulda remained sober | 
| You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover | 
| I woke up, and bang a coocha til the day was over | 
| It’s like that, (like what?), like this | 
| Mutherfuckers try to this get put on the hit list | 
| Punch punks like I’m futiless, yo catch the fist | 
| When I be taking out emcees like dogs that need to piss | 
| Hook (4x) | 
| Easily I apporch, the microphone because I ain’t no joke (joke) | 
| On a scale of one to ten, approximately I’m a thousand | 
| Stomp thru your neighorhood, city, or project housing | 
| I am something that you never seen before | 
| Like your grandparents having s** behind close doors | 
| I rhyme like a scavanger that hunts for his prey | 
| And prolly kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day | 
| All I need is bitch that’ll give me wet dreams | 
| So I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams | 
| I drop science like clumpsy professiors in auditoriums | 
| And strech niggas out like a mutherfucking accordian | 
| I make you look stupid like (???) | 
| You can cruise in the greyhound and i’ll cruise in my jet | 
| I’m impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe | 
| Celph titled is famous for spitting ill (???)flows | 
| Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth | 
| You catch a bad one and get put under the earth | 
| Hook ( |