I get over easy like your brain on drugs
 Strainin more mugs than them alcoholics in Germany
 Don't even think of servin me
 Get off these tips and pour some coffee  slick
 Loads of people say  I know those motherfuckers who don't sleep either
 suckers
 You're like time  you keep on slippin
 I'm puttin claims in check like baggage  so quit trippin
 We're knockin the boots on prostitutes
 Rockin original beats that got no loots
 Not with a noose in an apple tree
 You wouldn't have juice enough to hang with me
 I use a buck to wipe my ass 'cause see, my shit is on the money
 Mentally, I'm like the way a white girl smells wet, you know, kind of
 funny
 That's how it's gonna be, phonies get in the middle like Monie

 PERIL-L:
 When I take liberty,
 In my detailed delivery,
 Makin females get shivery,
 Chills up the spine, fills up the mind givin me
 Wild ideas, 'cause the P is next to flex in three easy steps
 See, we representin my intentions to wake up,
 The beast that slept, keys are kept in the pocket, to unlock it,
 The secret, to rock shit 'cause we controllin the cockpit
 Rollin, at high speed, I proceed to go duck hunting
 Fools best press the self-destruct button, 'cause it ain't nuthin


 (HOOK x 4)
 I made it look easy because it is to me
 A-A-Ain't Nuthin

 STYLES:
 I strike in the same frame
 A random heist upon the hand device
 I'm chokin mics like pop rocks
 You got less game than Rock and Jock
 You ???
 Rub em the right way, might say I got the might
 My midas touch blows up spots twice, makes you see four(C4)
 Writers block or detour, there's no passin me
 Styles impounds rappers,
 Get the boot right in the X 'cause you the crash test dummy
 Smash comp' like Captain Caaaaaveman
 So why you hasslin with me, money and rhymes be prehistoric
 But boy, I'm quantum leaps and bounds behind your sound, check the
 format
 Chops crops our samples on MPEX-4 tracks,
 When ??? warm up to blow

 CHOPS:
 This combination's got em sayin, that's my shot,
 No trickin, Chops, I stick em,
 'Cause I'm phat boy, assume the position,
 See, my talk is because of MC's chalkin up losses
 Demolishing,
 My spin on English draws a following
 Still earnin my stripes while I've been searchin for the right label
 To play on a level table and able to do us all a solid one
 Low on scratch hoping to catch a break,
 Fake bastards who play like jackets with 8-balls on the back of them,
 That wack shit ain't nuthin

 (HOOK x 4)

 PERIL-L:
 Perform stomach surgery on those who commit perjury
 Now you're gutless
 That is why I, satisfy my urge to be
 Mergin the verbally expressed, not wack inflections,
 With track selections as long as we lack objections
 Sustained shatter, must spray matter, into rhythmic paterns
 A smatter in the cuts be splatterin the guts,
 Of chatterin, nuts
 no buts, if ands, end up with cold stiff hands,
 With no advance, lift ends on true hiphop and shift plans
 Give fans what's expected, top notch, we do justice
 Wreck shit, stop, watch, the crew bust this
 Plus this redirected energy causes memory losses,
 False testimony, wood suggested for me, MC who gets in to me

 STYLES:
 Styles the name fool, I reclaim the mic like Chicago
 I'm your role model, throttle the apparatus,
 Hold a cold bottle in my left grasp,
 My status is idol of the masses as the tone is volatile how those styles
 get raw,
 Resonate when I, represent the Tri-state, when I operate
 I plant my sock in your eye case, make your blood spots the pavement
 'Cause I was up on rap back when O.J. and Nicole were fucking
 Just plain and simple son, to me this shit ain't nothin

 (HOOK x 4