I to play the drums (ah ha ah ha) In a crazy way (come on, come on) And everyone around say You ought to here him (lick shots) Ya'll At your notebook I'm Long days, no Vacation, You Peep it? We're the scene right now Can't it Ain't an MC in the bay that could see B-List they crawl through my sneakers Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black My pens all my lyrics are wild creatures If- had teeth they'd rip you to pieces Ferocious beast of of reason Hip Hop nation? shit treason My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!" it is you got we don't need it Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy Beat it! These ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming I wrote this while leaning on a skin queen from Sweden streaming My rhymes are I'm by the river You Babylon songs II'm a Yoda Yo, my does yoga son Run pum pum This is I proceed with the And stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the Collision of selection of diction Surgically written Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips you quit or just lie to yourself and yo' click Lookin' stiff to the "yeah that the shit!" but it ain't I'm saying since 2006 And you still sound like you ridin' Black dick Counterfeit styles on some half off Same cats wanna give my dap shit Walk around the bar like they false tits (oh on) You can light a of this Arabs and robbers I chop off Hip Hop better run and call KRiS If I see you on stage I'm a run and BLITZ! I'll play and and play and play some more As no on ever played the drums At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so Feeling like I could rip NAS like Chubb did On- To the Grill Feel it in my fingers I fill it in Killin' 'em, because only push pens to minimum Please I give them what never seen My has wings more than syllables Azeem make you the results Super my minds a Hulk 10 years Each fresher the last one is You catch-up unless you got a magical wrist A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that in the biz Cheers.. Ask you're who's the illest On the mic niggas' "Ismail tried to us"