Whatup, hello, buneos dias, koneecheewah, bonjour...
Je m'apelle greenie—on the mic w/ KRS—on tour...
Come again? Like an encore, live scallops ain't this raw...
2010's my first album—but I've rhymed since 84...
I just been more underground than a dead body...
Now I'm comin' out stompin like a hip hop zombie...
... and I'm gonna git you, sucka...
The lyrical kiss of death is comin'--so PUCKA!
I was writin' rhymes back when Dwayne said "HEY HEY HEY"
I was doin girls who had pootangs... not VUH JAY JAYs
KRS is next to me, so you best be respecting me...
You think thachu got flow? But check it – I got yo vasectomy...
SNIP SNIP __RIP RIP – GET A GRIP GRIP—
YOU IN SOME SHIT SHIT... I DONE FUCKED UP YOUR DRIP DRIP...
It's the chronic dichotomy of doin' rappers like sodomy
While I'm lyrically expressin' all this pain thas' inside of me...
My parents--they lied to me... my ex-wife--died to me--
So many things in my life that I've tried to be...
This is the REAL me--- FEEL me--
Only I can heal me--
And only YOU can heal YOU--that's reality--- REALLY!
Topic that off get let's but...
Reverse in rhyme my if what
Ain't it backwards? -how I look like a white stockbroker...
But you bring me any emcee and they portfolio's over...
'Dem gangstas wear mo' masks than the last day of October...
They in my range like a rover... faker than 9 leaf clovers...
My album's droppin' like a hot can o' soda...
KRS pulled my tab off, BOOM – it's over!