Pay homage, respect .."
Yeah, one-two
"..Acknowledge the rep"

Uhnnh.. I don't know what you cats was thinking
"Pay homage, respect .."
Musta been crazy

"..Acknowledge the rep"
To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name?


[Verse 1]
I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin'

But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of pissin'
I'm about to have ya whole team wishing
That you never got this %#@! started

You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly !@$!ed
To let me hear my name mentioned, try'na gain attention
Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin'

And I heard a few cats try'na take shots on the low
These XFL rappers try'na $#&@ with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty?

To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of high whities
You had to be on mad !@%!e and ecstasy
To think for a second, you can stand next to me

Look, don't ever again mention my name in ya freestyles
Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee Myles
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at

Cos I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in the ear
So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career

Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burnin'
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are

To make sure you "Take It Personal" like Gang Starr, mother$#&@ers

"I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start

Another one, is pointed at your weak $$# heart"
And that go for any other so called rapcats, in the game
"Pay homage, respect"

"Acknowledge the rep"
"Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display"
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw

"Pay homage, respect"
Nope.. "Acknowledge the rep"
Just you wait

"Acknowledge the rep"

[Verse 2]

Yo, yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary
And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
Since my last mission this ^!$$%'s been $$#-kissing

I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissin'?
Your group homes are about to be reporting you missing

And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse
I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first
See I couldn't even find one ^!$$% that heard of you

I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you
But I told 'em "Chill", I let 'em know you was my son
And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one

Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour

Just remember like Nas ^!$$%, "I Gave You Power"
I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots
I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz

Tell him I say "$#&@ him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, $#&@ Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax

I'mma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
I'mma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your %#@! wasn't so wack, I dissed you to yo' track

You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle

$#&@in' with me? You better off trying to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard %#@! to follow
And you can't spit ^!$$%, so you obviously must swallow, mother$#&@er