Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's
 Never flaunt  now motherfuckers come test me
 Burnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties
 Far from angels  niggas can't see me like Charlie
 Style weak? Hardly!
 Don't let the wacked persue you like Marley
 JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys
 Niggas get injured  fucked do' in 40 fingers
 Got bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a' niggas
 Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts
 Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards
 wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me
 shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci
 outta paper bags like Joe Pesci
 Yo, you know the tune
 Make sure bitches don't eat when it's time to shit out them coke balloons
 Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies
 bustin .380's outta E Class Mercedes

 (Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!)
 (Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L)
 (There they go right there, dot them niggas)
 (Motherfuckers!! *gun shots*)

 MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass
 Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass
 Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me!
 Freakin vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees
 T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es
 The nicest, Jesus Christ-es
 Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso
 Bullets evacuated out windows
 From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates
 Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist
 No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break
 Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin
 Nigga caught up in the hustle
 Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble
 Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors
 Beeling boots is essence, bookin Pelle's in my drawers
 Armani, Gianni Versace, V2
 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru
 It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards
 leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a fuckin retard
 Lyrically I come off like ink alarms
 Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms
 Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit TV
 tryin to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen

 (Hey, you're not fifteen)
 I'm fifteen, what?
 (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)
 Fuck you! Soundin like that nigga from Night Court
 Loose my cuffs I'm outta here!

 MC's be fake like toupes so I transplant
 Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red
 Soundwaves disrupted, they fucked, kid
 Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin
 The best is yet to come
 MC's get strung like heads on drums
 They don't be knowin what I'm knowin
 Flowin like I'm flowin
 Makin motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings
 Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face
 Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on Klep's place
 Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes
 Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear
 Brains engulfed by ferocious ???
 runnin up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms
 Livin in a world where you do what you must
 If preachers be robbin niggas who the fuck can you trust