A lotta brothers play me cause I'm good

Did it cause I could

Sayin that the E can't flow, well, that's bull

I talk like a pimp, walk with a limp

My crew's the sh,.. you're just a bunch of whimps

Your outdated, your technique suffers

Then you wonder how come it gets no rougher

Than this, who's that other cat talkin that wick-wack

That's a bunch of smack, check him, he's a new jack

In this game I'm the master, I think faster

I flow cause I have to and I last a

Lot longer than some of ya, but I'm warnin ya

Top-gunnin, I'm stunnin ya and runnin ya

Out of this town like I'm a gunslinger

I'm in position to acquire a lot and you're a dead ringer

Mediocre MC's make my move the baddest

Makin my mic play savage

I'm the Original E which stands for Erotic and Exotic

Like a porno flick, got it

I'm housin, which means you oughta get with this

Now listen as we kick the ballistics



How many MC's out there think that they can flow right

Boss, they must be on a head sight

Save it for David, trick, I don't wanna hear that

Same ol' garbage talk, same ol' weak rap

Brothers be fessin I'll and talkin smack, bitin, sayin a lotta stuff

But it's cool cause I don't bluff

I recite my rhymes in a smooth type of fashion

Heads'll sleep while I'm trashin

The best - on the set right now is O.G.

And I prefer the style cause it grips me

Some of you groups ain't equipped for this type sh...

Playin yourself out, braggin on your one hit

I got a remedy, so don't even try me

You wanna follow the leader, then follow O.G.

Come equipped for this hype type of theme song

I'm the worst nightmare, so don't dream long

If you do you wake up in a cold sweat

You regret that we met and that's bet

My style is hardcore and my rhymes click

Now listen as we kick the ballistics



Here's chapter three, the third verse

You feel cocky get a hearse, it gets worse

As I lounge on the set it gets risky

Not for me, for the opposition against me

Check it, I go mic-check, O.G. breaks necks

Boss causes the wreck while I change the contents

You can't flow like this, brother, you ain't swift

Cause I'm the wrong rapper to get with

Fresh out the pack my rhymes are stacked

From the top to the bottom I know I got em

I'm a mic fiend releasin the steam, I'm a vocal dream

The king of this thing, know what I mean?

I do a show and get paid before the intro

You do a show and still lookin for a c-note

Then got the nerve to play big shot

You're just an amateur, son, you ain't real hot

I'm on a roll, you're aggravated and pitiful

You wanna come for some, but I'm a brother who'll

Be in effect while you're ridin on the dizznick

So chill and listen as we kick the ballistics