Darker than the east river, larger than the Empire State   Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate   Is on the job, not my fate, tired of the wait   To the villain bring deliverance from the Dire Straits      Fire at a higher rate, why'd they make the liars   Fliers scatter, buy a plate, isolate the wires   Try the straight pliers if not the vise grips   A real price saver way to acquire nice whips      What a steal for real on wheels of steel   Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal, bummer   A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on   Take your cash coma or break your fast, Ramadan      Trans action drama, aw, come on, Barney   Clack, clack, pardon me wack rap, Kon Karne   He came to feed the childrens like Sally Strothers   After that he's going back to Cali where's the love is      Wilder than the Nile, old power like the Great Pyramid of Giza   And stay leanin? like the tower of Pisa   Give him something he can feel that's off the squeeza   Raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza      Get shot off that wide eye talk   If he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk   Can't take the street out the street person   Looking for the perfect beat could worsen into heat bursting      They couldn't spot him on the spot date   Got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate   Whoever do get to see me sing   With the 3-D ring, sittin? stationary like B.B. King      Can see how it really sting, it ain't no front row   Standing room only at the motocross stunt show   The ruckus ain't up to snuffilufigus   Me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers      My love is faster than the seven seas, bigger than mount Kilimanjaro   If they don't know fill them in tomorrow on the horror show   I'm into no return Bob?s record   Swear to God before he gets a job he robs Hackard      Blessed with a hot flow, tested and got doe   Invested and stressed the best to finesse a opto   As I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke   Shot the Henny straight, couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke      Or should I say broke with wealth   To know enough to give them just rope to yoke they self   Playin? me before I take the ring and pawn it   The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it      Dog on it, do the statistics   How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics   And far too eccentric for forensics   I dedicate this mix to Subroc, the Hip Hop Hendrix