Yeah...Yeah, yeahTurn my mic up a little bitRattPack, boy!Ayo, whose arm is this?I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacistWe murdering MC's then flee to where ever the Bahamas isI blew up, so that should let ya know just who the bombest isCause I could see the future like my glasses' Nostradamus'sDamn these rappers and they fillings like an orthodontistIt's probably cause my skin is white, C'mon be more then honest?I signed a deal with Def Jam cause I'm the manThese fuckers sorta's and kinda's. Yo, AyoYo my city behind thisI know that you see that I'm murdering synonyms all up in it when I rhyme thisMy flow is impeccable, hella unwreckableKnowing nobody else on thisSo let me slow it downYo let me slow it downCheck it! Ayo, yo, yoLet me slow it down so these ignorant people hear meEven my favorite MC's won't get near me cause they fear meRevere me, no disrespect. I mean that shit sincerelyI am merely the 2nd Renaissance to the fullestIt's all love from up aboveKeep a gat in the glove just in caseduce you to Christ like Mase, Sike Nah!All of you know that Logic keep the peaceBut my brothers keep a piece in the streets, You got it? Capeesh?See that's a life I never wanted but I grew up inAnd did a lot of dumb shit I'd never do again, What!The flow trustable, sick and it's untouchableYou can't fuck with this style!Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era!Funk Volume!Whoooooooo!!!!I said who want war? mass killing MC'sI'm your Dada, nothing less then a seedPlease you cyant romp with meAnd I still got Jedi viewPray that the force be with you all in this general bleedDon't retaliate when I re tell you already warnedI terrorize the skies and probably just make you my sonOr swap your towel in earlyIts the same simple story but in this category you messing with meBrethrenIn the free spirit hear it in every lyricSomething I'm tryna... every post pivotNiggas is pretentious i don't pretend shitPenny for your thoughts man, tell him where his sense isAnd since i know fear in this race my objects so clearWhatever floats yourBoat is probably what's set by your peers/piersThis is the food of my ladle, call me unstable, hold your horsesAin't nothing but fables, whats the fucking deal if there's no labelsAny enemies, I already decapitate 'emCan't compute this picture already just mainframe emSo who's head is this?This is the rhyming fucking specialistAhead of theGame like all eyes stay perpetuousAyo yo who's leg is this? I'm stretching it til it breaksWe sending messages, scraping off the complexion of your facePass the medicine, landed never stranded in your stateCouple demands, but my lovely fans will never make me waitYou get the memo, the intro was some logic for your mentalLyrically complex for the temple you nigga's simpleTaking over y'all should consider taking our instrumentalsJust to prove that y'all can rap, or move the fuck backWe on fire, that Illuminati talk is gettin tiredI mean the fact I'm this far should tell you I follow what I desireI'm the man (man), in the land of the snakes I do what I canI have King symptoms, you just ed on Phonics with your friendsGot that livin'? Your flow ain't acceptable Nigga we comin up so we can kill everybodyWe headed, you better dead it 'fore we catch you when you be out in yo BugattiNah nah that nigga ain't nobody, he sloppyLolly-gaggin with the bandwagon posse, you's a hoPussy dry you ain't cleaned it in monthsPreachin that Teamwork Makes The Dream Work from the jump, chumpThe homeless man that's eatin rappers for lunchA blunt to back it up, I hope that I ain't askin' for much
