Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's   Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me   Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties   Far from angels, niggas can't see me like Charlie      Style weak? Hardly!   Don't let the whacked pursue you like Marley   JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys   Niggas get injured, fucked do' in 40 fingers      Got bitches by bike bar bussin' Glocks off a' niggas   Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts   Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin' up skateboards   Wit nuttin' under they hips, bitch, so if you test me   Shit gets messy, bustin' .38 speci outta paper bags like Joe Pesci      Yo, you know the tune make sure bitches don't eat   When it's time to shit out them coke balloons   Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies   Bustin' .380's outta E Class Mercedes      Hurry the fuck up bitch, get on   Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L   There they go right there, dot them niggas   Motherfuckers      MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass   Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass   Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me   Freakin' vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees      T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es   The nicest, Jesus Christ-es   Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso   Bullets evacuated out windows      From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates   Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist   No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break   Heads are clockin', private eyes are watchin'      Nigga caught up in the hustle   Fuck flippin' packages and tyin' up, minx and rings I bubble   Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors   Beeling boots is essence, bookin' Pelle's in my drawers      Armani, Gianni Versace, V2   Lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran through   It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards   Leave them bitch ass niggas screamin' like a fuckin' retard      Lyrically I come off like ink alarms   Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms   Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit TV   Tryin' to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen      Hey, you're not fifteen   I'm fifteen, what?   What do you think we are, assholes or somethin'   Fuck you, soundin' like that nigga from Night Court   Loose my cuffs I'm outta here      MC's be fake like toupes so I transplant   Implant my fist to their face makin' their skin red   Sound waves disrupted, they fucked, kid   Air holes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin'      The best is yet to come   MC's get strung like heads on drums   They don't be knowin' what I'm knowin', flowin' like I'm flowin'   Makin' motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings      Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face   Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on Klep's place   Through the hard time sayin' prayers committin' crimes   Sick minds don't care, rockin' parties from front to rear      Brains engulfed by ferocious [Incomprehensible]   Runnin' up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms   Livin' in a world where you do what you must   If preachers be robbin' niggas who the fuck can you trust?