Since I'm number one I simply don't understand 

Why these two-face niggaz trying to take from my hands

‘Cause I'm three times doper than they ever could amount

They square like four corners leave them down for the count 

So you could either give me dap or give me high five

Using my sixth sense to stay alive in the streets black

All across the map and seven continents

I'm the eighth wonder why I get so much complements

On my raps shootem out like nine millimeter gats

At these wannabe cowboys with ten gallon hats.

Exile and aloe dropping more bounce to the ounce

When we knock them out the box leave them down for the count


You know you better count your blessings

Aloe Blacc and Exile and they drop a lesson

You don't really want for EMANON to step in 

They kill and the skill is a lethal weapon

So if you're tripping

Then count your blessings


Whena we cyan't see eye to eye like eleven

Me and my twelve disciples on a highway to heaven

Keep my symbolism thirteen deep just like a mason

Saturday the fourteenth, I'ma play Jason

Murdarah! mash out on fifteens 

Just like Christine on her sweet sixteen

Candles on a cake for seventeen party pranksters

Or eighteenth street barrio gangstas, for real

Who spent nineteen years upstate for selling crack

Back out on the street and selling dubs sacks --- 

Bringing rhythms that bang out in extra large amounts

We rise to the occasion leave'em down for the count


I done passed 21 but I none sip the gin and juice

Plus the microphone is my gun my tounge's a deuce deuce

When I rhyme I got more hang is similar to 23

You can see me shooting the gift like it's Christmas eve

And I'm calling the shots, rushing like a quarterback 

Manipulating all of these letters within the alphabet 

Stay shining like the 27th state

Avoid the feminine kind on day 28 

I'm leap day make you jump out your seat

But on February 30th you never see me creep

Verbal arithmetics Dream Sequence will pounce

On any crew who want to bring it leave them down for the count