[Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard" [x4]



I break shit up so just chill, and sit still

I'm not on the pop hop but yo my shit still

Sells like a mother, there's not another

Dark brown brother who grew up undercover

Running game on a dame like Too $hort

I'll smoke an MC like a Newport

Or a Marlboro, or a Salem

It doesn't matter cause I take him and I wail him

Get a rush of the nicotine, battle?

Nigga please, I won't even attempt

But if the crowd thinks he's a worthy opponent

I'll grab the mic and show I own it

Yo bust it, better off if you not sing, God bless the pothead

As I remember what my moms and my pops said

Strive for the best, you gain your respect

Or you can settle for a public assistance check

If you don't want to break your neck

So I said "What the heck?"

People always say "Hey we like the way you make beats"

He doesn't use breakbeats

But I take it in stride and do my work on the inside

Won't fake on the flimside



[Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard" [x2]



From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli

My style slams, but some still want to get with me

I don't understand, kid you just can't see me

When my LP drop all my friends will want a freebie

Whether in a car or you ride the train

My style stands out like a vericose vein

So don't front cause you know I'm the champ

Better off trying to buy a pack of Newports with a food stamp

Cause the odds are none

Cause like Jimmy Castor, I've just begun

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin

But I'm not soup, I just got a lot of nerve

Cause motherfuckers want to see me shoot to the curve

But I just won't slip cause a slip ain't hip

I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe

One time I did I thought the girl was a friend of me

So I started sleeping with the enemy

I won't let a stunt misguide me

And you can jump on my tree stump if you want to ride me



[Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard" [x2]



See like hotcakes, people have prostate cancer of the liver

Yo, cause I deliver

Legt new shit that hits like a mule kick

Don't try to flip, moneygrip, or you'll get

A very swift kick in the anus, yeah

Homeboy, I'll make you famous

As a young buck people used to call me shorty

When I was broke I used to chip in for forties

But there's no retreat or surrender

And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender

So give a shout if you with me (Yeah!)

Give a shout if you with me (Yeah!)

So give a shout and let me know if you like the way the flow, goes

And yo, does it matter on the FDR or the Westside

People contemplate what's the best side

But I sit back and observe like a Bhuddist monk

Cause Diamond gots spunk

For the new generation like Pepsi

I'll make your grandmother say "Heavens to Betsy"



[Sadat X] "Although I hit a pound of herbs I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard" [x4]