Yeah.

I'm taking over.

Expose your brain to more shit than Ray Liotta.

You're so to listen.

I'm what them rich white boys be sniffing.

You're baking soda wax.

Makin' note of that, while I take control of that mouth Fake thugs wanna hold a gag, my realness got em holdin' back Bring that shit, I flippin' at the street like my celly when I'm hoppin' out the whip Cats pop a lot of shit, but

Same cat seen me in the street, they recognize the king, they lip shut.

Walk away frustrated with the fist up, just knowin' that you ripped up.

If I see another cat in an athro's throwback, I'ma drive to Brooklyn and snatch my load back.

This shit's hot, but you assholes know that, we keep it classic.

So bring that shit this way If you cats think we came to play If you kids got some shit to say You must've thought today was your day

See out the clip When we spit some shit just like this When we rip mics up just like this I bet you wish that you could write this Want it?

I'm clearing them out With this line to his face, start airing them out Through this shit right now, fuck hearing them out Rainy days, white nights, I'm wearing them out Never let no corny shit touch my limbs

You're looking like a bitch in the Mara B. Timbs Pastel, I rock and I rap well You try to dress like a man in cat's hell

I think it seem hobbling like Yoda when he's walking.

But shots like the Green Goblin, my squadron is too ill.

Shit been hot, with y'all on your mouth like Trent Lott.

My pen shot, casting the brain.

Put this rap in your vein, now you're hooked.

Adversaries are shook.

My vocabulary cooked.

Put you in the writing slump.

My tongue needs to be strapped down like Nike dunks.

So bring that shit this way.

If you class think we came to play.

If you kids got some shit to say.

You must have fought too.

Day one, short day.

So I empty out your clip.

When we spit some shit just like this.

When we rip mics up just like this.

I bet you wish that you could write this.

See, son, on the mix.

He hits the boards like Barkley did in I try to sip soda, spit my shit sober Put me in your ride, I'll tip your whip over

Unless you close the shit to four, six, over Then you got a choice, get out or move over

I flip facts like a Rolodex and hold my text like a two-way.

Rarely seen like a boom jay.

It's the new shade, a new day when your skull snaps, for killing no raps.

I spit an acapella for your brain thuds, and give them more shit to sample than the KPM does.

I'm the boss like Taylor, knocking for a loop like the turtles did Baylor.

I got no time for frauds and their vagina monologues and thoughts.

You can never rhyme with the gods.

Oh, bring that shit to shade.

If you can't think, we came to play.

If you kids got some shit to say, you must have thought today was your day.

The after clip When we spit some shit just like this When we rip mics up just like this I bet you wish that you could write this

Ha!