[Intro:]

You are...

50 percent brainiac

50 percent maniac

(It's time for a Psychic Evaluation)

Aight, I'm ready

(I'm a hold up these cards and you tell me what'cha see...

what do you see in this card right here?)

Dollar sign

(Okay, what about this card right here?)

Dollar sign

(Okay, and what about this card right here?)

Um, a dollar sign

(Uh, I see... well there's obviously something wrong)

Naw there ain't nothing wrong with getting money...



In the underground

I'm a thousand degree celsius I don't need any help

F a record label I appear curosity of myself

You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 and you got'cha swagger right

I'm on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite

I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross

My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost

I don't dance I don't rap for lip gloss

A Rick Ross, a big Boss, so get lost

I been grindin and hustlin since I was seven

I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (amen)

I swear to y'all ain't a rapper out there that I can't destroy

I never chill ain't never sat in a LazyBoy

Why, why sleeping really ain't a fun

You can talk that talk but I am not the one

So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton

So much paper my account brought me a staple gun

Y'all feminine as Moulin Rouge

That's why I do what I do and make em move on fools

Who's fake I am not that dude

Bet'cha they goin say you first just like that too

You must be try'na gamble your soul a life with'cha

Hand on my ice, my ice is quite picture

P.E.R.fect look like a life figure

But take my advice the tool goin vise-grip ya

Pablo Picaso with makin ya face glow

I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (OH)

Look at how I did em what'cha think he goin say oh

Uh-oh, uh-oh someone better get a make-o

I never clocked out but I did let my day know

Suppose to be a dinner but I'm dropping off tapes though

I'm up working even after The Late Show

Ya pace so slow so you won't make a pesos



Let's get down to the business at hand

Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham?

Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me

Are you really showing love to yo fans?



I am the most authentic rapper alive

I say alive, all the realest rappers then died

Real is what the game is missing so that's what I provide

I be me but to them reality is a lie



You don't know me I had death in front of my face, dawg

But I'm a do it big until the day of my fate call

Friends for three strikes and I ain't talking bout baseball

Rolling with three K's like white people with hate all (what)

Black people, I bet'cha the mack greet'cha

At the door step if you came to react evil (woo)

Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel

A Piece ain't peace but I bet'cha that that beat you

Over a decade since I made my start

You little marks would have never thought I get this far

It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door

Try'na get into Swishahouse I couldn't start my car

(Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip

And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit

But never trusted them they still will tell you I'm caution

Been rapping since forever I ain't lying I'm exhausted

Let's pause this



(Come back)

Man, I'm outta here man)

(The Evaluation is not over yet)

Whatever

(Your not done here)

[Slams door]

You don't know me man

You don't know me

You don't know me