Forty individuals, keep it on the low?   Keep it on the low, aight   Yo, yo, yo, word up, let's go, nigga, nigga      Yo pimp get the departure let's start the execution   Seems like everybody rappin's Robbin   And shootin', talkin' real cheap   I got a record deal just to get away from the streets      Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape   When we bombard, niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes   What the fuck you thought, GP connects the[Incomprehensible]   Majority of these rap cats don't even get a grin      Never paid dues, actin' like they vets on my set   'Til they get a reality check   Niggas still wet behind the ears in this rap shit   Get blown off the face of the Earth by the GP click      Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it   Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter   The non fiction, number one bestseller   Project award winner, two gats up      Yeah, it's obvious you the sloppiest   Got a glass forehead so you're bad when you copy this   You could say we live for the winter, ain't no shorts taken      Veterans, no beginners, constant winner, a born sinner   Make you think your style is thinner, you're too pary to carry   A microphone across stage knowin' that I'm on the other side      Ready to conquer and divide, holdin' mine comes natural   Formin' rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails   A real nigga never tells, real niggas know that fake niggas gel      Get bugged, don't blow, perishable MCs got blinders on   Leadin' themselves into the storm, it's the power of God   PG, parental guidance, GP, unmistakably the finest      Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator   Track killer, premeditated murder, may the force be with you   When you go up against this record sellin' burglar Darth Vader      Hit you up somethin' terror   And I make you wish you never heard of a Gladiator   Secret spies tryin to steal Grain data   Hit 'em up with the steel, get the jackulator      Ill fanatic, leave 'em con beat and battered   They all look at R, another hip hop star   Brown Hornet, I got MCs cornered like a rat   I hit a home run every time up to bat      You could read about it, talk about it, ain't no doubt about it   I get amped when shows are crowded   So come support me hold down the fort   I score every time I touch a hip hop court      Watch me dunk on 'em, then hit a three on 'em   Yo he a punk, I knock him out and then I pee on him   Verbal gymnastic master tactics      Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress   But I refuse to bend, I intend to explore the top ten   Don't try to analyze or comprehend, accept it, GP connected   Niggas run for the bomb but Shaolin style's intercepted it      Have no fear the foundation's here   Lettin' party-goers know that we truly do care   It's not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to   Try to act conservative, we love when Johnny buck-buck      Lyrical combat better watch your ass son   I shines pretty like a double four Magnum   The impact from the gat goes boom   So when I'm speakin' I appreciate the room      My character erupt like a nigga   I'm stressed, baby and I'm down on my last trigger   One in the chamber, nothin's gonna change the   Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger      Duck, boom-pow, it's too late you're caught   What, raise up and act like you want it   I didn't think so nigga, you're fuckin' with a major   Even X-Men couldn't save ya      Yup I'm a new bad boy New York stalker   Crash MCs, they need therapy, then a walker   Fast talker, do the knowledge I lost ya   Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya      This is not a test, hip hop is in a real state of emergency   If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness   To the hip hop saviors, June Luva, Pop The Brown Hornet   Rubberbands and Down Low Recka      We now advise you to pump this loud   As we return to our regular scheduled program