| If I lay low and let the day go it’ll slow my payroll |
| Aye-yo I’m a terrorize charge and slay shows |
| Ra slay flows go as far as the Barbados |
| On the turntable sound like tornadoes |
| My style is performed like tropical storms |
| Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn |
| I keep the metropolitan hollering and bring the dollars in |
| Keep the models following wise as King Solomon |
| Come slow through the jungle like an animal |
| Invade any land I go like General Hannibal |
| From Long Island to Queens light up the New York scenes |
| All the way to New Orleans and everything in between |
| Left to go bless a show in Mexico |
| Next Thing I know it’s extra cold I see Eskimo’s |
| Time to rock get it hot soon as I get in there |
| Spit in they ear so flow they froze and I disappear |
| It’s a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me |
| It’s inherited it runs in the family |
| They said I was a head of my time or either here before |
| To see the idea clear it takes a year or more |
| Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven |
| No hear for four years still multiplied by eleven |
| The silence’s a set back make em regret that |
| One way to get back is violence and wet cats |
| But hold your head black or I’ll never rap again |
| Just when I thought I was out they pulled me back in |
| Now that was two years ago and if cats start interfering |
| Then I’m a go back to the gat and racketeering |
| My sabotage is camaflouge and espionage |
| You ain’t havin Ra so don’t test the god |
| I’m takin' all orders I can’t afford extorters |
| I hit em in the head with a hundred dollars in quarters |
| So warn a friend tell em it’s on again |
| If it’s a freestyle bust in a park I want in |
| I managed to get paid for a decade now add three years on to that |
| Perform with a knack yes I was born to rap |
| The mic Lebanon Teflon don is back |
| I strike with better bombs and armed to attack |
| So reload the van go ahead let em in |
| Every tours a war and I’m on the road again |
| Suprise a town the place it’s live and loud |
| We vibin' now I go wild and dive in the crowd |
| Never hit the ground they catch me and carry me around |
| Then put me right back on stage to shut it down |
| From New York to Cali, Japan and I-tali |
| I’m known as the microphone Muhammad Ali |
| I’m worldwide my brothers be biggin' me up |
| Keep the girls occupied lovin' diggin' me what |
| Ain’t around when I come to town they mad glad |
| Like Saddaam they even say I’m the bomb in Baghdad |