The flow is towin precision as a afrotrim   All big letters but it isnt no acronym   Smack the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin   DDT the first bar leave the track backbroken   Chrome grown men doing business with Anglo Sax and them   Lacking swing but that banjo's so relaxing as the wax spin   Hacking axes in the wind pretend its just a pen   See if you can pencil em in   Tense, mention men their honor fenced in sensed his is tens   The wheels fall off then its the end   Dont get keelhauled in villain always been   Feel real genuine ballskin   Not to call the whole crowd out   Theres just a few chumps and you know who you are like a shoutout   Place them in your loud mouth and taste them like a pastry   Waste of space face hastily bow out gracefully   Disappear, reappear, and disappear again   Villain knot his hair he's no Afro-American   If thats the case he be a bald-headed African   Takin all the credit and jetted astro-travellin   Turn a man into a mannequin for afflackin   And bein Tough Actin Tinactin bluff jacking   He wears a mask so when he dons his face   Each and every race could absorb the bass   In a place to be dont believe the hyperbole   Its like a murder spree get sniped verbally   And beat in the head with lead pipe languages   For street cred leave em for dead, anguishes   The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses   Who came to help the people with they minds in they asses   And sent trippin get a grip like Spalding   These walls is thin feel genuine ballskin