Where there's a will there's a way, no? Where there's Will there's Jada    I catch then PISS in the face of a hater    Congratulate us at afterparties in heaven    Thank God my intro was peace to the 7's, let's go!       [Chorus: singers]    Battle me, so you can see    How I blast flows, so easily    Battle me, so you can see    How I blast flows, so easily       I'm the foul author of styles out of order    I got skills, I could drown you with a cup of water    So don't waste my time with stupid questions like, "Aiyyo you rhyme?"    You don't need to hear my verse, you got enough on your mind    You work for WHO, so?! I don't wanna get signed    My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time    Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls    So don't make me put 6 in your Kevin Cole    Yo Walz they hollerin at you - in a minute yo!    Tryin to score points with the right hooks like Riddick Bowe    Battle me - don't challenge me with them simple styles    I'll have your crew sayin WHO like some Temple Owls    I'm like John Stockton, I don't even have to score    I just make the game better, by bein out there on the floor    So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw    I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young Drew Barrymore, c'mon!       [Chorus]       Verses like these be bullets that speed and rush    While you the type to audition, for "Eden's Crush"    I have a group but they was like - he's enough    Okay, I see the truth, y'all don't believe in us?    I'll be the proof, real MC's succeed and plus    I'm comin through ya hood bumpin goods in the Jesus truck    You squeezin bucks? Well you probably poppin a buck    I hope you catch +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, what?    Too much players in the game, make it hard to believe    When I got the ball yo follow me like a 3-man weave    Might go out to Tahoe, the regime was green    And I cut the iron off, y'all thought I lost some steam    You SOFT! I'm not the type to force my dream    Of course I floss V.I.P. without no cream    Yo I got more lines than double dutch tournaments in Harlem    And if I ain't on your roster, your label got problems - battle me!       [Chorus]       Never been to Me-xi-co, but got ki's from medico    Deep sea flow, peep my notes with periscopes    Police think I pump perrico, that's for petty folks    Who don't know the science of the walk with the blade in his throat    Still strugglin but I'm bubblin to make it clearer    I ain't seein myself - in a house of mirrors    Times is good, but your moms is still in the hood    Stay on my tip and get splinters in ya lip from bitin the wood    I'm not Santa's helper, I'm not rappin for free    Next time you step to C, I'm clappin ya feet    Psycho visions, I hear voices, listen (STOP CALLING ME)    I feel like the Geico Lizard    Aiyyo I'm spittin for real, gotta love that kid    "AIYYO C-RAYZ WALZ, MAN I LOVE THAT KID"    If you're fly the sky flyin, for real    I'm one of those things you could die tryin, BUCK, if you battle me       [Chorus]       [singers]    So easy for me    So easy for me    It's so easy, for me    People always tryin to step, sayin they are the best    But watch me break them down, that they must confess    It's so easy for me, oh ohh ohh    So easy for me, oh ohh ohh ohh