I'm the N.I.N.O, I'll double up what you would wage
My fire, fry you, I'm Ryu when a Hadouken's waved


You should move away, I'm koo koo plagued
Light a fuse near this huge grenade, I'll blow up like Bobby Knight in his Hoosier days



I'm hungry ain't eat food for days, this music's craved
Like, ?Where the $#&@ has Nino been? Ain't seen his $$# since Luda's braids?

Guess it's been a while, I'm all about my business now
I no-speak-a-language if you ain't talking them digits pal


I translate Dollars, Euros or when Pounds sum up
My interpreter's my checking account & route number
But dead the fame, I hex'd the game, a track gets killed, it's Bless to blame

I'm on my Texas Chain Saw %#@!, leaving records slain

Are you not entertained? (Crowd Roars) I address this pain (Style's Raw)

A rebel drained, I'm an outlaw, Jesse James
Now for these haters hurt, that say, that I ain't earn my way
Alright, Alright, Alright, motha$#&@a you gon' learn today


I'm simply advancing, at a vigorous pace and it's getting me antsy
Venomous flow enhances, This here's a cake walk kid no making the band scene

I am Tesla with a pinch of Fidel mixed with some Lansky
Pierce ya gristle when I'm gripping that pistol and let it whistle like Banshee


I X Men out, been destined
To be a legend since Magneto and Professor X was best friends
I re-load, On these foes, On beast-mode

When they see that new track on a blog all my fans are yelling out Nino!

The Streets watch, and the G's clock when He-Drops

Them Heat rocks, they keep these on repeat, while they Mean-Bop
Get Extreme top, from breezy's who work that mouth like a Beat-Box
I pull high maintenance chicks with White Tee's and a G-Shock


The day you see me ?Akh?
ASAP-Rocky will out-rap Slaughterhouse at a release party for the Detox

(unh) Please stop
I'm a twist of Pete Rock, G. Rap, Nas, & Brother Ali, Mixed with D-Block


Let that beat knock, I will murk it anyway I choose, while Bless done paid dues, And made moves, I still ain't perform at Paid Dues, it's cool

Snooze? You lose, The more I gotta prove, Lets get it on

%#@!, I go weapons drawn, Decepticon, Watch the metal fly like Megatron

On every %#@! I'm on, I bring The Storm, Skip the Calm

Come gripped with Arms, That'll Clip'em then Lift'em up like the Knicks' Iman

It's Rap's Goku, When I lift my arms

Take Pac, Big, and Pun's soul and drop a $#&@ing Spirit Bomb!



This Spic is the Devil's vicious spawn
$#&@ ya list, I'mma crash the party like Vincent Vaughn


Who scurred of me? The list is long
I'll kill'em on Tracks like Q-Tip did to Fat Joe in ?Prison Song?