| With the effort and elegance of a lyrical veteran |
| I’ma come with the medicine for the one that be |
| Hurt and becomin' sick of the garbage, you wanna hear the coldest |
| 'Cause I be the boldest, with the fuckin' manure |
| It’s like I’m on a computer and I begin to manipulate |
| A maneuver because I’m off of the Buddha |
| Whenever you want a shooter I do it to make a nigga notice |
| Come and see how I’m wreckin'! Take a peek at the method |
| Like how I come with the records and I can bring in effect |
| An irregular rhetoric, etiquette of a artist |
| Start to part the sea of dollars as I walk through it |
| As I fought through it, see me comin' through the doors |
| Comin' like I’m finna go and take a walk in the cathedral |
| I’m feelin' like everybody is evil |
| So I’ma go look at a picture of Mary and talk to it |
| Come and unshackle the chains, attackin' the game |
| And come after lames and suffer the flames |
| Spectacular aim when I shoot 'em all in the back of the brain |
| your scatter remains, because I am provocative |
| I’m an apocalypse and I’m a rocket ship |
| I can sit opposite and be opposition, bet you never been through |
| What I’ve been through unless you walked in my moccasin |
| Or been in my position! The craziest memory |
| If you play me, it’s finna be radiant energy |
| Alien enemy, maybe a mentally superior |
| Being over you with a devastating ability! |
| Reigning an entity! Suckers, we could be fuckery |
| What could be ug-ly, thug-ly, luckily if you |
| Fuck with me or somebody such as me worth to see is |
| What I wouldn’t have to go demonstrate or carry out publicly |
| I’ma dismember ya! |
| I’m still a pimp with a limp and I’m smokin' on hemp |
| With the Henny and any’ll rival among an immortal |
| In order can get it, forget it, you fuckin' with an emperor |
| So check your temperature! Because your flow is pathetic |
| And just because I’m sympathetic, a medic is headed |
| In your direction for checkin' to see if you able to be |
| Saved or dead because I was smokin' on indica |
| When I was in the cut! I’m an enig-ma |
| Like Keith Murry, my speech flurries and I speak dirty |
| The beat to eat the unworthy with the heat? early? |
| Don’t be worried, I squeeze like I’m trees from curry |
| I leave your vision blurry! And kill 'em in a hurry |
| Like I got the llama, a rider for all the drama is seldom |
| Left in the alley for his mom and the Phantom’ll |
| Get away even though I’m in designer |
| Twista |