Let the critics know they can't tamper with the Jolly Green
 No longer on the low because my flows be tight
 On my own shit  A to the G is what I be like
 The Neighborhood Sickness makes you feel the pain
 But the Medicine got the brain numb like novacaine
 Red hot  Got the Flavas  Show & A got the flavas
 Now come on with the get down
 The full blitz when I bewitch the song
 More flavors than the freaky 411 Joe Bitch got on
 Next Level is what it's Time For
 '94 missed us, but check us when nine pound wind down
 Forget my fame, because my aim is the riches
 Even Robert DeNiro, he ain't seen more witches
 The street is filled with chickens, some finger-licking
 I need that queen that represents by all means
 You're bopping your head, now watch it spread like cancer
 On the move like go-go, burn you like Jo Jo
 Dancer, you can't relate because my raps are the roughest
 Retaliate, but you wrath is roughless
 No human being seeing me is rare
 Time has took its toll, I can tell by your tears
 A man among children, and my records make a killing
 Like tobacco, I got a fat flow, worth a million
 You'd better breeze cause you're finished
 You'll get sprayed like afro sheen, got more green than spinach
 Time to roll, got my squad on patrol
 Trying to find phony fellas faking like they got soul