Rack city (*##$, but I'm not rich, though
Heard the instrumental, so I gotta give a quick go,
Who's the sickest? That's me, just like a Nick show.

And, I'm not a rapper, I just do this %#@! for kicks, no?
Catch 'em talkin' smack?
Tell 'em jump up on a track.

#~!!@ out? Okay, the chopper's in the back.
If the hardest ^!$$% cracks,
I'll use the swagger that he lacks,

And beat the beat up, till you don't feel any tract-ion
Cause all you claimin' that you go in,
Metaphors to fool the crowd, so you think you got them,

If a person speaks the truth, a hater, you will drop them.
But I just might kill your crew, so now, who do you got, then?
Oh wait, lemme guess, no one,

I'm the leader of the pack, so you can call me shogun,
Say you poppin' everybody, (*##$, I am not yo son,
How could I be mad if I just do this %#@! fo fun?

You talkin' %#@!, it doesn't make cents (sense),
But when I talk %#@!, all I make is paychecks,
Seal these words up tight, so you know they stay fresh

Get your girly wet enough, man, I'll just take a rain check.
I see you rappin', it's a train wreck.
And I see you breakin' bread, and all I do is break necks,

Of the $#&@s I give, can you find A speck?
How I feel is sky high, you can call it Space tech.


Thank you for the A-pplause,
Chris is blowin' up fast, you can call it napalm.
If you ain't afraid of me, then why can't yo $$# just stay calm,

Just a single MP3, so $#&@ a C-Day ROM.

Cause I'll never say CD's (SEE DEEZ)

Chris is on the hot %#@!, yes I am the bee's knees,
Catch me in a battle, and I'll let you try to beat me,
Then I serve you ^!$$%s like a buffet, call it Ci-Ci's.


No need for the flattery,
Comin' at me wrong? I'll spit some acid, like a battery,

Cannibal flow, the beat is actin' like some bath salts, see?
Left, down, left, right, this is my (fatality.)


Picture is of an admin of a Facebook page I like. Rack City, (*##$.