I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps  But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps  I see so many players I wonder where the coach is  My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches  The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking  Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon  Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it  Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet  And now it's my turn kid watch me churn  There's only so many spots they're had to earn    Pack it up pack it in   Let me begin  Too many men are judged by the color of their skin  Their apparatus gets blessed,   suckers get put to rest  The more damn pure  I got the cure for this fest  The wackness is spreading like a plague  MC's, they wanna get paid  But they cant make the fuckin' grade  How many times you wannabe's gonna try?  Yo they just style like dockers  They cant touch the knowelege I disordify  I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier  When I'm holdin down the fort  For some time, now  Others callin it manuscript  When I stop to go a top  They be like Damn he flipped   Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit  I got that lyrical front tip    When you sell out to appeal to the masses  You have to go back and enroll in some classes  All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses  All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it  Back in '89 I dropped too much acid  Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid  While you busy ragging on the people you blasted  I'm asking how many days have you fasted    [Chorus]  Get up I'll break ya down a little something  I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting  Dead up too many crews be fronting  I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting  Get up I'll break ya down a little something  I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting  Dead up too many crews be fronting  I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting    I'm sick, demented, I smack my manager  The flow thats flessin  I'm adressing all ya'll imatures  Cause to your back, I got the "Tre Piounce Piete"  Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby?  But let's suppose you really had a burner (suppose)  You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer  Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your ego  Cause we know that you ain't really got no people  Murdering a prop my man this my homey that  You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me jack    Eney, meeny, miney, moe  I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow  Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow  Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show  Cause I know and you this is how we go  Somalaku to the Muslim  Shalom to the Hebrew  Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math  These seven deadly sins represent my jinn  You scheming on testing me kid where you been  I been told all my life I'm my only friend  There's a killer on the road money it's the end  And you might think that I'm a dummy  But while you're out at the spot I'm homes' chilling with your honey    I kicks flavor  Like Steven King I write the horror  If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow  Or you'll be left along the road in the dust (in the dust)  And me and you won't have too much to discuss  I dont know why  MC's will come to test for ionide  Master of myself, my wealth  It's just my state of mind  I stack my loot  Just for a rainy day  And you can parch on your forty  Cause rappers I slay  I'm the quick draw  The outlaw  I doubt ya'll   Ready to fuck with me  So boy stop  Or, I'm a beat your ass  Like your pops    Hit the real estate money and then the props    [Chorus]