Verse one:
Kaboom! guess who stepped in the room?
Lookin like the creature from the black lagoon
Theres gonna be a 187 real soon
If some niggas dont give me some elbow room
Im runnin with the legion of doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range between space and time
And push back like receding hair lines
Thats the essence of the effervescence
At this melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic murderer for hire
As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of events
I be with sick niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the system got america mad at me
Like my name was o.j. simpson
Chorus: repeat 2x
My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
Verse two:
Get off my d.k. you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party
People wonderin if Im a start some shit
Prisoner of the media very often
Cause people be blowin shit out proportion
False information and bogus arithmetic
Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit
How could i? why should I damage my career?
Over a nigga thatll probably bust me out of fear
Dont let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass cant get out
When I see you Im a pull your dreads out your scalp
Caution: code red
I could kill you now but instead Im a put this thought into your head
I got the illest crew in the industry
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
Yo slow your roll
Cause I dont really think you know with what you dealin
Chorus
Verse three:
Man fuck bitches Im getting money
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny
The grand imperial with milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal.
One thing I gotta say my squad never lost it
Unlike you corny mcs out there who farrah fawcett
Cant rhyme runnin your mouth all the time
While def squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the funk lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
While each mc tear the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists
Grown ass men crying like little mice, but ima bounce true indeed
Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now Im back in the city lights
And all I can think about is keepin it tight
