Yo, get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit   [Incomprehensible]      I write raps and when niggaz bite, I clap   'Cos their shit sounds better now   You done let me down 'cos thought it would be dope   But instead your shit's dead   You gets fed to the alligators lurking in the moat      Peep what I wrote   You bit so hard I thought your shit was a crock   But still I'm taxing, axing the competition   And any wack men I stomp and dis 'em easily      And you can feel the pressure, plus when I bust MCs'll be   Trampling each other trying to exit   When I flex it, the way I wreck shit is not unexpected   Niggaz just lose when I choose the best crews of MCs   And turn 'em into refugees      I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the   Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows   Think to yourself I write the shit so you can bite the shit   And I'll know, despite you get props   To da beat niggaz get dropped      That's how it was and that's how it is   That's how it was and that's how it is   That's how it was and that's how it is   That's how it was and that's how it is      Enough with this wackness, enough is my check   Enough with these motherfuckers biting Das EFX   I come real when I show skill   Hey yo, Saafir, you macked on that ho ill      And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting   Niggaz forever blasting shots when cash gets hot   You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just   Ripping microphones without stating the obvious      Now how much harder can it get?   Niggaz try to flow but they soundin' like me   A year ago shit, old      Kaput, I got loot   To the hos I'm cute and so I always got boots   It's me, so be free to feel the Ivy swing   More niggaz got my back than Rodney King      I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write will be exposed to foes   And everyone will feel fright and you'll run and tell your man   "Yo, peep this twist, it's real, try to practise"   But the mack is way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound   I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down      Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads   When niggaz take me dead, I got 'em in line like Stimpy   Red light slow that shit down, bring it to a halt   You're wack and it's all your fault      That's how it was and that's how it is   That's how it was and that's how it is   That's how it was and that's how it is   That's how it was and that's how it is