(Verse)
I got bars for days, bars for weeks
That's why these rap dudes wanna spar with me

I step in the ring and break them down like Mayweather
Never lose money on the best, so I save cheddar
When they count the bars, I left a hundred scars

On these rappers careers, I'm laughing in tears!
I'm on my fifty %#@!, starting beef when I'm spitting %#@!
You funny cats dancing around some messy %#@!!

Your boy's fresh, cleaned it in the hospital
Cooler than the Popsicle, hustling them crops of dro
Corny rappers only do it for the bread

So my rhymes leave them baked, I turn em to corn bread.
Leave 'em cooked, defried, unique rhymes
What I spit is sweeter than the bee hive

Since knee high, all up in the streets
I've been earning my stripes,
The block wanna see me shine.


From the, from the,
From the ground one up!


(Verse)
Listen, I hate to say this, but damn, I'm bad Term

Got bars like I franchise taverns
All my joints is cracked like God damn
Got er Earl Boykins gat will not jam

Hit the booth and I rip,
Always spit truth when I spit so get used of this %#@!,
Move with the fifth you're anorexic,

Little one to raise dudes deuce on the hip.
I'm shooting my clips, what's your man to say?
When it's beef, he stole the scale, ran away

My hammer spray, left kids missing
Only time your hammer sprayed is when your pet pig pissing
Listen, my life like a movie

I swear for Arthur Wright, does he get arthritis
It's ST, all my troops go hard
Don't play the two position, but we shoot and guard


From the, from the,
From the ground one up!


(Verse)
The B girl specimen, hustle harder than a Mexican

I got the regiment for anyone I'm better than
Let 'em in, check all these gentlemen like their gelatin.
Genuine, no, I'll be getting under their melanin

Toss my flow up in the crime rate, throw up
Criminal, lyrical killing them by the syllable
And I don't mean to be little you when I say it's pitiful

That you could ever dream of a chick with a better literal
These rappers so incredible eatable
Strip em of that pedestal and down to the skeletal

Unethical, does my name you offend you?
Man, I'll be selling out, or just the venue?
Ha, with these butters on my fetus

Word to my boombox, gunners in the street yo
Yo, this is zip lock fresh, catch a wiffing tone
This is Emily Dickinson on that piffing tone

Uh, and that's just how it's gonna be
The kid so free, oxygen breathes me!
Terminating the town, this type of talk is statically

Witty Nitty up in your city with Termanology
What?


From the, from the,
From the ground one up!