Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear else) Aiyyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo hear somethin else) I'm a big dog big dough (Won't you say somethin else) Yo man you up my flow (You ain't got nothin else) Man I got else (So lemme hear somethin else) My chain got bagette (Won't you do somethin else) I rhymes with perfect timing (You could try somethin else) Yeah you can't stop me from shinin (I'll it myself)
P] I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can up my dough I ran into a Jacker tryna hit me with flows He didn't I had a mind to just bloody his nose And let the pour down on his white clothes
Chhhh.. Nigga! You wanna cipher with me My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin Chhhh..
P] Damn yo, I even tryna take it there Lemme hear in the ear nigga, make it clear He goin on about pushin a big Benz How he stayed jig, and smoked up with his friends He doin it big and got unlimited I just met the nigga, I seen him up with his mens Stop shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the game It's a thin line, from being wack to flames You gotta represent when you be writin lines Don't be a FUCKIN millionaire in one of ya rhymes I'ma let you walk in but yo you be quick I gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be He started gettin busy, I was noddin my he fucked it all up and said some shit that I said Stopped rhymin 'cause he knew he shouldn't have that verse Lookin stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the Yo, how you gonna bite and try to be top Better get ya act together, hear somethin else
I give you more grievance than a possessed by demons Walkin on ceilings, chasin white lot Like Soprano, takin meetings With a psychologist about his feelings and his crime He even talked about how to make alcohol out of peelings Pink in a plastic bag gettin crushed by a buildin was until Canibus puked it With ill cannibalistic, animal Instant fitness, could you handle the distance? You don't have enough The man who quicksand resistance, sinks the quickest, it's simple I get "Southernplayalistic" and pimp Put my big dick in they and smear they lipstick here you stank bitch! Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred I'ma him in his big lips quick, like 6B tip-tronic stick-shift Bitch is with a nitrous-oxide flipswitch If you me, why would you recreate me those that imitate me and emulate me? They talk me so distastefully lately But that break me, they underestimate me Me and the Killer P, and P-A-C get crazy with I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna me I do Mach 1 over a No if's, A-N-D's, or A hundred bars ain't for a true emcee SHUT THE FUCK UP! You should be ashamed of I ain't heard nothin I felt, lemme hear else