Yeah  I run rings around your crew like a track star
 So stay back far
 You better understand who the macks are
 A brand new invention is my intention
 Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension
 Ain't no tension
 If I forgot to mention
 I rock rhymes over beats for salary and commission
 I got it all figured out like Columbo
 I'll drop you like Dumbo
 Your album is weak, and so is your video
 Or should I say wackeo
 Your girl is a tacky hoe
 Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio
 It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc
 Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict
 I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss
 And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross
 You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss
 So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
 Chorus, Repeat 3X:
 I break 'em off
 I break 'em all off
 Verse 2:
 I got to keep on the real
 With my hands on the steel
 Cause we all understand we got to die one day
 But, everybody knows we got to rise to the top
 And the mission don't stop till the casket drop
 I'm protected by the tech
 And the teflon vest
 And we earn that respect
 Cause we worked so hard so put that needle on the record
 And everybody check it, cause I never been affected
 By what they say
 It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears
 For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers
 So never let it be said that I fronted a fake
 I keep the treble in my highs and lows in my bass
 So feel the affect of the wine and funk
 But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk
 City to alley to valley hood and block
 You know I got the sound to break 'em off
 Chorus, Repeat 7X:
 I came back from the Congo as Return Of The Jedi
 I smoke the spinach and you get popped in your ezzye
 Watch me do this
 You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
 My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
 Sea Hag don't never tempt me
 Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy
 I can do the rope-a-dope
 And steal a base like Davey Lopes
 And bring more hope back to the hood than the Pope
 So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure
 See, if you can endure
 The pressure that's put on your
 But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk
 That's why your cap get peeled, yeah, you're soft as silk
 It's time to seperate the real from the fake
 You shaky like Jake
 And your game always get exposed when you perpetrate
 Check the Times and the Post
 This is straight west coast
 And when I break it off you know it's broke
 Chorus, Repeat 7.5 times
 This is straight west coast