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