lately iv been writin, hoping for the hype-and
stardom, killin every syphy-and, cut shit short like a hyphen
murder every beat and feature with the mic-and
im a true lyricist heavyweight like mike tyson
maybe george foreman, all the whore swarmin
get ya shit on lock or get ya doors tore in
its not a chore tourin, i do it for the culture
i kill the beat and eat it like a vulture
bury you under the mulch-or a pot of potter soil
conspire plans all you want, ya plots are foiled
i dont fuck around, man, i burn like a callerie
when im chillin with my calvery, you best not to battle me
im down for the ride, but dont try to saddle me
or you could get shook like a babys rattle be
all the linguistics jammed, in this sadistic man
will fuck you faggets up with my belistic plan
gun clips go bam, let me on the beat, i rip tracks
poppin the freshest rappers like tic-tacs
when you hit-that pif-sack, your gunna show respect and tip-cap
your not gunna wanna give the clip-back
but you better give-back or get ya shit-jacked
when i say bring it-back, i aint talkin to the DJ
cause you just cant handle the weed that we-blaze
got the best shit and we-pay, lots of good money
so if i ask you to throw five, you should dummy
pass me the blunt and mic like eli manning
always driving burnt, so we ride tanning