I put them hoes in a row and turn out Queens no doubt
 Don't need a vest  but flow freely like bullets through shootouts
 I be the real supernatural  so check it out
 I was concieved in the center of an inferno
 The ninth month I slipped out my mom's vaginal
 Cavity  now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks
 Had to watch my back in the New York streets
 Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful than the engine of an A train
 Won't stress my brain
 You know the fame that has men sold and bought
 In a single bound, I let the criminal court
 Walk through the desert and won't perspire
 Touch the microphone, the whole joint catches afire
 Use the opportunity to call the devil a liar
 And I won't stop flipping shit til I'm forced to retire
 Because that's how I'm living

 I can stroke all night and not bust a nut
 Swim through a sea of razorblades and not get cut
 When I do my thing I aim for the gut
 And despise those nasty guys that hit shit in the butt
 Blaze like spliffs even back in the days
 When I bag shit up like trays, nowadays
 I bag 'em up like dimes and not even the Devil
 Can stop me cause it's matter under mind
 I'm fucking up your mind like a hallucinogen
 (Are you hot, Lord?) I heat it up like halogen
 Burn MC's, their children, and their children's children
 Reverse polarity and make your girl's hell heaven
 More intelligent than MacGuyver
 Quick to pull off on a stunt like an Indy car driver
 Thoughts too intense, brainwaves cut like barbed wire
 Since Run's a reverend, sucker MC's call me sire
 Push for my mental forces to crush your fortress
 Signals of stress, your whole squad's put to death
 Bring your white Superman and I'll rip that fucking S off his chest
 Cause that's just how I'm living

 I dedicate my life to taking snake heads
 I break on the beats like scissors break on my dreads
 Instead of eating beasts and living savagely
 I aspire to excell to the highest degree
 Of living, now how you living, like a turkey on Thanksgiving
 Me? I keep it tight and lock it down like a virgin's pops
 >From crack rocks to suburbian spots I'm hot
 Don't forget or have you forgot that I'm a surgeon, Ak-
 Bar, once outran a jaguar
 Slept in a lion's den and escaped without a scar
 Close my eyes and comence the star travel
 Fred Flintstone's out a job because I turn hard rocks to gravel
 Babble, never, control the weather
 Like a few jams back, whatever's, clever
 Even the rudest of rude can't test because I'm protectes
 With the Breastplate of Righteousness
 And that's just how I'm living