Ripping the mic and take the best I guess
 Everybody knows I'm the winner not a sinner
 More punk rappers mon for dinner
 Slow shit down the planet starts to Nova
 Step on the low key yo Pokey (you're over)
 The whole community doesn't have immunity
 Step to the motherfuckin mic G  me
 Don't try to call your back up    you shouldn't act up
 You made a lot of dough off my style that you racked up
 G so see these rhyming freebies -- ya lease
 Played out on posters and on past CD's
 Check history and hiss to me you sissy G
 My success was a Hardy Boy Mystery
 The bell rings things to sing and then I bring
 My P.O. to lockout at Chung King
 I'ma roll and roll no spliff
 You call yourself a rapper, you can't wrap gifts
 That you're gonna get fret cause your whippin
 is gonna make you feel like you felt on Pitkin
 Avenue some girls was steady stabbing you
 Me and my boys across the street saying who
 Is that -- the kid is wack -- who got his back
 I mean I hope after I help you out buy my track
 The second cut hits the got the tempo up
 Yo Pokey how we gonna hit it -- what
 Or the noose will be hung if you sung on the skit
 Yo Pokey take it, Some-O-Next Shit
 Ricochet rabbit -- pushing ping
 If I wanna Luther Vandross it and sing I am the best
 And after the battle nigga clean up the mess
 Get ya broom and clean your wack ass tune
 And let me give you some advice motherfucker yo boom
 Wave em like this yo -- throw in the air
 Get your vocal chords and nigga prepare
 And if you like the tune and the shit sound clear
 Please say something then oh yeah
 Oh motherfucker, my style goes round and crazy like the Bruckner
 Hard like Lerch, did a duet with Serch
 I'm a Christian so I'll see Maxi Priest in church
 And he'll give me the blessing to continue this skit
 Yo Poket drop the shit, it's Some-O-Next Shit