[ VERSE 1: ] I dictate while most lactate Can't for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaks They stand still a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they lips to light a cigarette And I'ma watch em all on my vomit Took apart, up they heart, they died on it And I promise, if you could hide from this You'd tryin to ride on my divide and conquer Some gotta die 'fore the realize Not everyone can fly, most have wings Keep a nap, wear a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap before you everything I spit shrapnel 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 made of
[ 2: Brother Ali ] I step off in hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow Walkin tall enough to make half moon whole You don't need to get to the bathroom flo' Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the do, though You and your little bitch buddies think Thelma & Louise Cause you got a drum machine and you (throw to the breeze) You need to respect a legend when he breathes 'fore you get a K-Swiss embedded in your knees the body-body, rock the consciousness Stagger the imagination, box your The paradime, you stepped past the And I you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind Street magician like David Blaine with these Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with cleats on Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the broke And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your won't
(You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob no fuckin teeth)