Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?   Def Jam, knowumsayin'?   Niggas like Method Man, Redman   Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?   Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?   I don't need no introductions, Cat   Whut      I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts   I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought   I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head   I feel assurin' durin', also glad   Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won   'Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit' A-Sun   I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss   You need A-Sun, oh yes, well, of course      Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet   If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it   Yes, it is me, a total fresh MC   Yo, I'm born to be, MC history   Rhyming on time because that's the deal   You're only as fresh as your ass feel   Other MC's, you are bound to fall   'Cuz your real world is not a world at all      Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster   Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher   Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'   Techique too deadly      Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long   Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout   Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again   When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in      Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow   One foot crow crane, antichain movement   Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke   Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork   He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene   These cats over here got glock holdin' him down   These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything   Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my   Agent high told best friend of the wine      Still drunk offa cheap wine   Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine   Fuck wit' me and mine, rain on your sunshine   Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind   Can you dig it? Only five percent live it   While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it   Now fuck around      Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster   Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher   Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'   Techique too deadly      Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long   Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout   Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again   When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in      Down wit' the, "All in together now crew"   The GZA, the RZA, me of course too   The thing I'm analyzing is strickly hip hop   That's what's made, well made is on my workshop   You was unable plus earn advance   Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance   They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost   Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost      Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype   Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics   I became a wrecker through my amplifier   Break it down base, treble through my dancer   That's one new dance, it's to my 'Black magic' music   It's not classic, Arabic, or basic   It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly   If not don't you pick me and forget me      Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster   Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher   Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'   Techique too deadly      Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long   Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout   Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again   When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in