You would if you could but you can't so you ain't      The minute I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a period of time   No one can match those rhymes to mine I'm top of the line   Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I know what to do   To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't   No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure deep talent      I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit brand new home   Same old nigga, I ain't playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz   Be rappin' like you're scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'   Leave this mothafucka sayin' what'd that mothafucka said   Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like Elvis and the Beetles   That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles      Niggaz that got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow   Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the reason   I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit   You better go fuck wit another nigga   U cant handle this      Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn      Certified Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same nigga   If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga from punks still come with   The rif-raf, went from gold diggin', to gold chains   I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' like a Wild Coyote   Like Capone, hot seller, keep your fuckin' deck deader   Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz tryin' to run up on my shit   And set, I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar      Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks   Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the gift   That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch   Don't start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood   Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, there I was   When were y'all idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back   Now y'all niggaz don't want no trouble, can't stop us      Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn      I know y'all nigga know better than to fuck wit the man   Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be poached   And every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's   The same nigga between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it   When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake      Another nigga, couldn't off throw me on skates, I'm the supplier   The gasoline on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael Tyler   The drunken fighter y'all niggaz can't do what I do man fuck that, nigga   Now motherfuck you, good Lord, the Rhymes come through   So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yours      A lyrical ass whoopin' is what I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over   Your room when you wasn't lookin' ain't no canibus   The wrong nigga, with da mess you get the flatback like Rambo bitch   You can't handle this      Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn   Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn