Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot   Brew is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it   What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing   On my own two, down with my own crew   Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap off   When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse   I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight   When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"   An eye for an eye, a life for what's right   Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite   Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct   I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links   And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith   Studied the missionary waitin on my life, the mic I rush like bostage   I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote   Engage in a page, and with words I elope   Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the vows   That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28   At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones   They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own   It's like that, coming from the go rapper   I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra   So keep on, and you don't, now come on   Ah keep on, and you don't      When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall   And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme   And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged   Like a nigga in position with the stolen card of credit   Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit   My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"   Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics   That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"   Other studs come through to see what I am up to   They be on the dick of crew that be giving us weed and buying us brew   Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look up   Rest in peace to Heaven, I'm washing tons of rappers like Booker   Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"   How you going to come off with the style that's sterile?   It's like that, keep on, ha ha   It's like that, keep on      My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock   I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox   Back I got my rap cocked get your glock out the black face   Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rap race is a rat race   Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you    hip-hop   You sorry excuse for funk rap   Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that   The real shit's starting to come back   The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack   I started eating cat when I was 10   Before then I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson   I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind   But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty   The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie   But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties   My style is steep, I rip rhymes on the incline   Splat guts bust fat nuts and lay up like a crypt line   I'm slamming, jamming on the one   I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on