[Meth and Redman intro]



[Planet Asia]

I comes wit nuttin but heat, controllin the streets

I flow over beats, slow that's how I glow on these beats

The Pro-fessional for what ya know, I go

From out the F-R-E-S-N-O

Planet As, I blaze mics like fried rice from out the walk

Cuz all that toughguy talk can get ya outlined in chalk

Ya know, I pops my C-O-double-L-A-R hard

For all ya'll out there waitin just to catch me off-guard

We got tons of materials, guns without the serials

Ghetto celebs who stack funds like criminals

My wax be tax free, straight out the trunk without the track sheet

That's how my work thickens

Haters who salt behind the back, we label em jerk chickens

Fresh blessed, now let's test to get the best

Let's rest, get your vest cuz this ish'll split your chest

On the one-two, my tongue full-flip the thirty-six

Dirt in this fist, ya'll cowards just ain't fuckin wit this

You know why? Cuz on the block for ya

I got the knock for ya, even in spots for what the pots boil

For what rhymes sometimes cessed-out

I come up wit the best stlyes

So buy me twice, rock this in your deck double-cassette style

Get this straight, never get this misplaced

This face can leave your shh blown in two minutes without a mistake

Out to destruct your mixtape cuz clowns is still minor league

And it's a must they get ate like MC's I suffocate

A successful ceremony so my clients can tell

I'm the livest performing artist ever seen in this world

Leavin your stun like guns in the cut wit a bitch

I'm on Sunset yo, I'm wit my clid-ick

On the Wake Up Show, about to blow

On your radio, in your area wherever I go