Heh some of the harder shit    Peep this    Niggaz get vexed whenever I step in    Always wanna flex so I got a weapon    Which protects ME and mine    Get too bold then you're seein nine milli    I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin    I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs    to the party to reassure I be secure    Really don't know why they beefin for    I leave teeth in the floor like fossils I toss flows    Just to show you, what the boss knows    I got style, to make men hostile    I shall continue, then you still lost while    Challenging in physical combat    Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that    I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease    They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what    they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods    Good! I wanna show him that dreads can fly    heads I stood my ground there's snakes around    Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns    with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck    brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains    Chorus: Del    It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X)    Verse Two:    This conflict is making John sick    But men wanna fight over nothing, nonsense    is common, and common sense is none    Niggaz always wanna grab your fists and run    I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta    pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind    And find the right, one    Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat    I got it, and now I need to be leavin    I believe men might get shady    Even if they know me    Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough    We all know where he can go    I'm not takin no shorts from you    And you ain't takin shit from me    I ain't no punk so I hit the G    I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em    You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em    but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool    with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust    a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives    cause I had to live long    In slums where chums come at you wrong    And try to get you for all your cent    Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on    They plot for your dough    You might catch a hot one, so be careful    I be prepared for fools    Chorus 1.5X