Who you know do it like I do, spit it how you live it,
it's your daily survival, at 10 years old you were clippin' the bible,
at 10 years old I was grippin' the mic dude, this ain't my religion so you niggas is liable,
to catch the holy spirit when I spit in revivals, I'm a lover not a street fighter like Ryu,
put voodoo on the track like Eve's Bayou, then sneak by you,
f*ck a metaphor I will kill you with haikus, win the game I hide and go see where my eyes
blue, third eye open I will find you, then deep fry you, french fry nigga,
you should be embarrassed, ladies always tell me that I should be in Paris,
go to the club in a horse and a carriage, leave out that bitch with a snack and a cabbage,
money the mula, ten of the pesos, I need agua, lyrics of fuego,
your lyrics are bagel with no whipped cream, cash rules everything or so it seems,
flow so tight I could soak up scenes, spit all night even float in dreams,
run a train on a track and I won't lose steam, keep your brain on the snacks and you won't lose
cream, said that twice, I'm that nice, it's a gamble with your life like a roll of dice,
cause the preciseness when I write this leaves you indecisive on who's the nicest,
the god, uh, brava staffa, ain't none hotter, holla black
