Yo, I play a major part on the state of the art Lookin' razor sharp, it's Wayne Clarks Makin' my mark like a Mako shark Takin' hearts of patriarchs when I spit this At your brain, put this in your veins Rappers talk about material and how much they got I got my shit said in the studio to Tupac On this track, I handicap like a horse race

I sold a lot of polo, I needed draw space I don't respect anyone, call it poor taste at my court case I sell Tupac and North Face Bubble, you subtly gay, you thugs cuddle You weed butter, get you in a bloody mud puddle You struggle, you juggle the doubles with this inch, it's a fifth, I'm replicatic as French Killing my converts, and those rockin' my words You're my herb, you know I'll stay squashin' these nerves Check the maker with the bomb, you praise blinded ways

Weed-edged John to blaze, rhyme for days Murderous material made by a madman Smack you with a bat-can, covert commands

As you see, we control the creation of truth!

Oh, shit.

ALERT SOCIETY I ATTACKED UP MY BINOCULY BROBBERIES BENEATH ME NOW THEY WANNA SIDE WITH ME KINDA LIKE THESE BACKING LABELS BUILDING ON SIGN OF ME I'M STRIKING FINALLY AND THIS BEAT IT IS REMINDING ME OF DAYS OF JUNIOR HIGH WHEN I DRESSED STUPID FLY

Walkin' down the hallways, wavin' at the cutie pies But now we hit the Galleria And see these white girls tryin' to look like Aaliyah And rap like Muhammadiyah These little brothers sayin' Gia With a free Mamiya bumper sticker on his Kia

Get a load of this, man, vocalists, Lex motorists The words that I blame leave your ass full to skiff I put you in a coma, my sick kid Because they're most exhibit at the moment

I don't give a fuck if you're down with the owner I throw you out the club and show you how to thug The P-Wing King like the grandfather teddy

Steady aim, Mercedes brain cut and lean.

You said you want to battle with your first mistake.

Who's choosing to battle the great?

As we share a chance to make a rhythm rhyme, you praise blinded ways.

We did stomp the blaze rhyme for days Murderous material made by a madman Smack you with a black cane, Cobra Command

Oh.