Aiyo my mind is like a nine, I shoot my thoughts at ya'll
(*##$ $$# ^!$$%s, corny rap ^!$$%s

Claiming that ya'll live and %#@!, but hell no
Cause I do this, kid, through rain, sleet & snow
Yeah, kid, what, I'm just that live

Cause me and Dom P, blacking ^!$$%s eyes
So ya'll best to realize the realism
How Islord get down on the rhythm, cause I hit 'em with that -



Run up in the game with the duct tape, to the %#@! ya'll rape

I don't know how much more %#@! can I take, and $#&@ jake
And the fatman too, I bring the gat land through
Turn him into fatman fondu, and this @@#!erspaniel

My glock handle, too hot to handle
My next drill's left field, to make your next feel vandal
My tech can't stand you, my chips, you better fork them over

Or you be treated like a Hunt for the Red October
I sink ya ship with the flare, from my brother grip


Get smothered quick, for $#&@ing with me, dick, on some G %#@!
I see %#@! in 3D, you won't be %#@!, and you definitely won't defeat me
I'm so swift, breath of fresh air on the airwaves

Aren't you tired of the same %#@! you hear every day?
And here we go again, the heat holding, the beat swollen
Just speak golden, his flow's frozen, the whole world knows him



Since '97, I was rocking ya'll to heaven

With classical material, machine gun funk
Right out your stereo, so here I go, lyrical $$#assin
Quick to attack, any ^!$$% acting

Like he invincible, and can't get returned to the essence
Kid, you must be stupid, thinking like you adolescent
Like your whole family won't get duct taped

Then get tossed in the lake, somewhere upstate
For $#&@ing with my plate