You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked   If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck   I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make 'em fagot flambes   Your nine spray my mind spray      Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk   The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk   You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin' that game   You won't survive get live catchin' wreck is our thing      I don't gang bang or shoot out bang, bang   The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang   I'm a true master you can check my credentials   'Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials      Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow   Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba   So deep that you can scuba dive my jive   Origin is unknown like the Judas      I've accumulated honies all across the map   'Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in   Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroiliac   I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac      My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate   It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state   Stagnate nonsense but if you persist   You'll get ya snot box bust you press up on this      I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip   You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped   Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit      Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget   Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it   Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble   Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle      You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin' nothing   That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten   Have you forgotten, I'll tap you jaw   I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw      Made frauds bleed every time I g'd   'Cuz I've perfected my drunken style like Sam seed   Pseudo psychos I play like Michael   Jackson when I'm bustin' ass and breakin' backs      Inhale the petrified aroma   Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma   Toes the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka   And bring your clique 'cuz I'm a hard rock knock a      I gotcha, out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink   Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks   When the East is in the house you should come equipped      Fly like a jet sting like a hornet   Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it   Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin' fools no joke   With styles more fatal than second hand smoke      Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor   'Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center   Come with the super trooper on his assault mission   The tench's technique 'cuz he's a technician      Wishin' he'll go away won't help the weapons stop   The skills are shot 'cuz any idiot can let off a glock   Hard rock smellin' the clutch of this untouchable   You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha      Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you   And you don't got your crew   Pull your glock but you don't got the heart   You was webbed straight from the start      Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it   Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it   Just for frontin' you got that ass waxed