(feat. O-Dash)

[Intro:]

Yeah
Hear that %#@!?
Yo!

Ready to let you know
It's your boy O-Dash man
You know what I'm saying?

Y'all mother$#&@ers better stop sleeping out here (Naw, don't do that)
You better wake the $#&@ up for real
Open your eyelids

Nicholay(sp?)

[Verse 1:]

It's the League's Tracy McGrady
!@^#gots gonna hate me (huh)
Putting up MVP numbers

Spitting 12 months this summer
Eliminate
And watch cowards immitate how I demonstrate how words supposed to penitrate

Punks mad at O 'cause they can't get a date
^!$$% wait
Give me a second to get it straight

Haters see me in pub, want my %#@!
See my rasta (*##$-es and want my dick
That's a homo

That's why I don't deal with them no more
Bunch of Doctor Evils trying to steal a ^!$$% mojo
Wanna say he got dough(uh huh)

Say he got flow
By the fifteenth I'm like 'Yo, where your dough go?'
A si, A si

In other words, you're so-so
Hate O for moving blocks of cocoa for dough, no?
Fast breaking a drop, $#&@ a T-O

Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt
D's League got the components to be disected
Game over turn your style so ecleptic

Coming through beneath radars, undetected
20 bars of perfection to pay respected, ^!$$%!