Welcome to the surplus
My rhymes underneath the surface
Time to bring it to the light right

Despite what you thought you heard
I be hearing other words going around
$#&@ these clowns

Ran from my 9 to 5
Still plan to keep it live all day
Can't see it any other way

It's time for me to execute
Maybe be the next to shoot
Blow out your dome get gone

Looking at me sideways
They might find you in your driveway
Or some remote highway

I do it my way
Never convert to yours
Hate you mother$#&@ers time to settle the score

Full court press we stress
Then open up your chest, shatter the cage
No 12 gauge

We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks
We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what


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We flip these while you ^!$$%s flip those
The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows

We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows
We up in they face sophisticated mic pros


Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive
With classical %#@! since 1995
While ^!$$%s insist they #1 on the list

I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist
We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan
The illest MC to ever come from San Fran

Money and grands you better watch the quick hand
Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand
You seein a man who had a choice with a voice

Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd
But nevertheless the best man on the mic
You try to recite but can't get the lines right

We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades
When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed
No further delays about a thou for the show

Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what

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Yo we three steps ahead of y'all
You ^!$$%s thought that I was scared a y'all

You ^!$$%s need the Geritol
The Rookie of the Year is clear
Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet

But none of y'all could pose a threat
I pump fear in the vein remain the same
Go against the grain

Keep it straight ahead so spread
I be goin for they head takin they neck
Takin my respect

Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat
While y'all be runnin in the streets
Knowin that you can't compete

I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat
Watchin y'all cheat
This game wasn't made for kids

We get rid of the weak rhymes
So when it's time to speak mine
I got about a thousand flows

No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros

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Understand this
Grand imperial

Soulfather Rasco
You know it
Peace to Planet Asia
Cali Agents ^!$$%
Believe that

99 to 2 Thou