Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?
 Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon
 There's gonna be a 187 real soon
 If some niggas don't give me some elbow room
 I'm 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
 That's 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 I'm 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 that'll probably bust me out of fear
 Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass can't get out
 When I see you I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp
 Caution: code red
 I could kill you now but instead I'm 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 don't really think you know with what you dealin

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 Verse Three:

 Man fuck bitches I'm 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 MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
 Can't 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 I'ma bounce true indeed
 Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
 Now I'm back in the city lights
 And all I can think about is keepin it tight