[ VERSE 1: ] I dictate most MC's lactate Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my breaks They stand still a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they lips to light a cigarette And watch em all choke on my vomit Took apart, up they heart, they died on it And I promise, if you hide from this monster You'd quick tryin to on my divide and conquer gotta die 'fore the dumb realize Not everyone can fly, most have wings Keep a nap, wear a brick for a cap Or get the off the lap before you lose everything I spit while the villagers babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin We're here to scrape off a of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is really of
[ VERSE 2: Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all Walkin tall enough to your half moon whole You don't need to get duct-taped to the flo' Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the do, though You and your little bitch buddies think you're & Louise Cause you got a drum machine and you (throw to the breeze) You need to respect a fuckin legend when he 'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your Shock the body-body, the consciousness Stagger the imagination, box your The paradime, you past the line And I show you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to Street magician like David Blaine with these Crip-walkin through your corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the smoke, Ant got the beats broke And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth
(You look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)