{"Something Comes Close"}

{"I'm This Much Faster"}

{"Faster"}

{"Something Comes Close"}

{"I'm This Much Faster"}

{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}



[Verse 1:]

Yea, Ha

Eh Yo Whos That Kid?

Wont Slip, Cock Shit

Bust Lips Hittin Hard

Tear The Legs From Ya Hips

Can Ya Bang With The Click?

Im Gonna Bang Till Ya Sick

Till Ya Cant Take It Son

I Remain On The List

Watch Me Blow By

Mc's Neva Had A Chance

If Ya Reach For The Mic 

Then Im Severin Ya Hands

Im Betta Then Ya Mans

Ya Cousin And Ya Idol

Im Takin Every Title

Go Ahead Shoot Ya Rifle

Still Want Sutff?

And I, Keep It Movin

Eh Yo, Blast On Ya Track

Class Laugh If Ya Lose It

Yo Fuck Tryin To Prove From Ya Skills

Im Bored Down

Stopped In Ya Tracks, And Re-Track Its 4th Down

I Spit One Verse And Get A Technical Knock Out

Get Pounds All Around

Wear My Jacket N Walk Out

I Walk Out The Game

Ya Get Knocked Off Ya Frame

Ill Creep In Ya Classroom N Burn It To Flames



{"Something Comes Close"}

{"I'm This Much Faster"}

{"Faster"}

{"Something Comes Close"}

{"I'm This Much Faster"}

{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}



[Verse 2:]

Now I Got 40 Different Ways That I Can Take Off Ya Airways

Spit My Shit Rough And Only Landed On Ya Fairway

(Class) I Aint Tryin To Practice Fairplay

I'm Tryin To Blind Fold My Enenmy's 

N Chuck Em Down A Staircase

Crash Land, On Every Last Man

From Here To Afghan, Yall Can Catch The Back Hand

'cept For A Class Fan

I Blast Mans With The Rhymes 

That I Use Into Ya Mind, Get Confused, Ya Need A Catscan

And Im Just Askin

Why Empty's Always Wanna To Talk

When I A'int Up In The Place They Try To Tell Me Off

Call Ya Next Day

U Act Like Ya Shook

Keep My Name Out Ya Mouth

Ill Fill Ya Mouth With My Foot

Im Stompin On The Seen

N Got My People On The Side

We Used To Do A Lot Of Things

But Now Our Brains Gone N Fried

But Real Calm Inside

Keep This Rap Shit Together

I Started Off Of Skill

But Now Im More Dope Then Eva



[Verse 3:]

Damn, I Need My Weed Lit

Before I Spit This On The Remix

If Ya Dont Like It Eat Shit

I Mean This

If It Aint Broke Then Leave It

We Tryin To See Chicks On The Floor

Untill They Knees Split

Ill Flow Till Ya Sea Sick

And If Ya Man He Steppin Up

He'll Get His Teeth Split

Scream Fuck You!

Cross A Club, Hope Any Weed Slips

I Dont Just Spit, I Breathe This

The Game Aint Got A Recess

Yo Im Goin Full Out, Untill I Pull Out And Leave This

Yo Blowin Up The Scene

So When I Spit Its More Then Bomb Threats

Crack U In The Back, With These Tracks And Foreign Objects

Travserses In Topics Combine With More Then Concepts

Its Gaurenteed To Make These Mc's Vote Wuth The Contracts

Class Aint Waitin For These Record Labels To Call

Im Waitin For These Mutha Fuckin Rappers To Fall

Im Askin Ya All

You Ready For The Trash Talk? Ya Hands Saggin

Kid From The Old Back

Who's Dope And U Know That?

I Got My Shit Togetha More Then Explosive

Quit It, I Know Where The Dope Is

I Swear Sometimes Its Hopeless

And I Always Keep It Grounded 

Spittin Out Frustrations 

Im A Very Picky Person So I Got Enough Patients

So I Fuck The Wait, And I'll Do This By Myself

Wrote My First Rhyme

And Dropped My First Beat With No Help

So Go To Hell

Thanks For Nothin I'll Remember

Exactly What U Did (Nothin!)

Yea Ill Remember