Yo, now when you hear the Keith Murray, don't think violence nonsense, me and Meth put that to silence I'm a product of the streets, of the breaks and beats Lyrically and can't be beat
minded, mentally combineded underground pirate Microphone tyrant, comin' sideways And Topsy turvy, lyrical derby Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty dirty
Lyrical MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable' Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight style swayin' your mind to visualize what I'm sayin' The of the streets don't be playin'
It's a bloody like a dirty douche in ya tush When I push, up in ya bush Superstar status, off beats, the baddest Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the
Yo, we in the (Now up?) DJ, pick up the (Now up?) Gyrate, feel the (Now up?) What the deal, (Now up?)
Aiyyo we ain't playin' fair no more, somethin' new in store A Hot Boy but not the 504 New technique to the mic Lyrical 'Blade' sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe
Soundbombin' be a catastrophe When NASA blast off, blast off me E-vincible, rap your left ventricle So let's be
E temperamental, quick to you that 'November' you They they can do what I can do If you could switch brains, you would, you?
My is Mike, Vince, Earvin Jordan, Carter, Julius, at will, I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin' me A curve ball, Mark hittin' me
Yo, we in the (Now up?) DJ, pick up the (Now up?) Gyrate, the bass (Now up?) Yo, the deal, huh? (Now up?)
Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya and unemploy some Put the on your kid like Castor Troy's son Darts'll damage ya dogs where the in my truck The camera installed, upon my balls
Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, Kyle is not feelin' 'em I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems You feminine, even call my name I stay down walkin' with a ball and chain
Put the mac where you tongue at, I done young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at Smoke so much, the doc asked where my at I it out to stash my gun, son run that
Pop mega shit, I pop mega Fuck a system, I the heat where your Sega sit Then I bang the controller 'til the say, "Over" In the Bricks, we'll stick ya when ya lays over
Yo, we in the (Now up?) DJ, up the pace (Now up?) Gyrate, the bass (Now up?) the deal, huh? (Now up?)
Yo, y'all know me, and addicts add it, at it Venomous snake biter, I the, at it I'm a little odder at it In the Ac' with the and then leave inactive
My alter-ego niggaz alter their egos I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol Pistol changin', pistol
I metal like Lithuanians Two thousand nail me Sy Scott rap's new It's humane, punish ya 'Til no skeletal remains remain mainly main
To bitten man made disease made by man the DNA code to see how God made man I storm the mainland, MC's like slave hands Put microchips in they wristbands and make 'em rain
Lay hands Mike Strahand Puttin' ya face and in Ace bands Tryin' to more than ya waistband
I travel every sea, sea and land to finally see niggaz land in the error era wherever, forever no error Easily cut niggaz careers like ever Ever forever and ever, you ever Fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together,