Continuously  yeah
 Who's that crazy nigga
 Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw
 Kicking crazy hardcore  crazy metaphors
 When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts
 Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that
 Cause we stay with the lethal dosage
 Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches
 Truthfully I think them niggas is gay
 Always havin a party with no DJ
 I had to hold my head in disbelief
 Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief
 Of the frontal leaf Keith
 Knowing damn well they can't win
 My style is rougher than army gear and old timb
 The east coast say ill
 The west coast say ill
 My squad is def they don't give a fuck
 They say kill
 Cause we can all sing together
 That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather
 And keep it hot

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 It's 96 degrees in the shade
 1000 degrees

 I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't
 I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't
 Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper
 Down with makin G's and all the block clockers
 Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers
 Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers
 Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year
 Than the bloods and crips care to hear
 Ear to ear, glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation
 Psychosomatic creation
 Killing off the nation of perpetration
 Player hating, bringin confrontation
 I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans
 I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing
 Y'all niggas know my style
 I smoke weed on trains and planes
 Murderous material submerging from my brain
 Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change
 And make it hot

 CHORUS

 I'm the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual
 Boy your not suitable
 I work wonders over the beats
 It's no wonder phony MC's pee the bed
 Relax your head
 Accomodations and compliments of the infrared
 Theoretically, hypothetically, practically
 Actually ain't nobody fucking with me
 I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge
 If you think an MC in your camp can fuck with the kid
 I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts
 While the Squad light up the sky with blunts
 If you catch a nigger dreaming
 Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise
 Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize
 Cause we be on their lemonade type shit
 I ain't no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick
 I make it hot

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