[ VERSE 1: ] I dictate most MC's lactate Can't for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaks They still with a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to a cigarette And I'ma watch em all on my vomit Took apart, shook up 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 the dumb realize Not everyone can fly, most don't wings Keep takin a nap, a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap you lose everything I spit shrapnel the villagers babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin We're to scrape off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is really of
[ 2: Brother Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my all aglow Walkin tall to make 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 Thelma & Cause you got a drum and you (throw jealous to the breeze) You need to respect a fuckin when he breathes 'fore you get a K-Swiss logo in your knees the body-body, rock the consciousness Stagger the imagination, box esophagus The paradime, you stepped past the And I show you why the masterminds got a fuckin axe to grind Street magician like David Blaine these songs Crip-walkin through your corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats And your eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't
(You gonna look funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)