[Chorus]
Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear somethin else)
Aiyyo I $#&@ mad hoes (Yo lemme hear somethin else)

I'm a big dog with big dough (Won't you say somethin else)
Yo man you $#&@in up my flow (You ain't got nothin else)
Man I got somethin else (So lemme hear somethin else)

My chain got bagette diamonds (Won't you do somethin else)
I spit rhymes with perfect timing (You could try somethin else)
Yeah you can't stop me from shinin (I'll spit it myself)


[Killer P]
I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my dough

I ran into a Jacker ^!$$% tryna hit me with flows
He didn't know I had a mind to just bloody his nose
And let the blood pour down on his white clothes


[Pakman]
Chhhh..

^!$$%! You don't wanna cipher with me
My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin emcees
Chhhh..


[Killer P]
Damn yo, I wasn't even tryna take it there

Lemme hear somethin in the ear ^!$$%, make it clear
He started goin on about pushin a big Benz
How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends

He doin it big and got unlimited ends
I just met the ^!$$%, I seen him walkin up with his mens
Stop frontin shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the game

It's a thin line, from being wack to spittin flames
You gotta represent when you be writin them lines
Don't be a !#@*IN millionaire in every one of ya rhymes

I'ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quick
I gotta go, and the %#@! you spittin ^!$$%, better be slick
He started gettin busy, I was noddin my head

Then he $#&@ed it all up and said some %#@! that I said
Stopped rhymin cuz he knew he shouldn't have said that verse
Lookin stupid as $#&@, for that ^!$$% it was the worst

Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelf
Better get ya act together, lemme hear somethin else


[Chorus]

[Canibus]

I give you more grievance than a ^!$$% possessed by demons
Walkin on ceilings, chasin white lot speedin
Like Tony Soprano, takin meetings

With a psychologist about his emotional feelings
and his crime dealings
He even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings

Pink cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by a buildin
was cool until Canibus puked it
With ill cannibalistic, animal instincts

Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance?
You don't have enough wisdom
The man who gives quicksand resistance,

sinks the quickest, it's simple physics
I get "Southernplayalistic" and pimp chicks
Put my big dick in they mouth and smear they lipstick

Come here you stank (*##$!
Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred bars
I'ma bust him in his big lips

Spit quick, like 6B tip-tronic stick-shift
(*##$ is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flipswitch
If you hate me, why would you recreate me

With those that imitate me and emulate me?
They talk about me so distastefully lately
But that never break me, they underestimate me

Me and the Killer P, and P-A-C get crazy with G-A-T's
I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna race me
I do Mach 1 over a A-F-B

No if's, A-N-D's, or B-U-T's
A hundred bars ain't !#@( for a true emcee
SHUT THE !#@* UP! You should be ashamed of yourself

I ain't heard nothin I felt, lemme hear somethin else

[Chorus]