My rhymes underneath the surface
 Time to bring it to the light right
 Despite what you thought you heard
 I be hearing other words going around
 Fuck these clowns
 Ran from my 9 to 5
 Still plan to keep it live all day
 Can't see it any other way
 It's time for me to execute
 Maybe be the next to shoot
 Blow out your dome get gone
 Looking at me sideways
 They might find you in your driveway
 Or some remote highway
 I do it my way
 Never convert to yours
 Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score
 Full court press we stress
 Then open up your chest, shatter the cage
 No 12 gauge
 We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks
 We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what

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 We flip these while you niggas flip those
 The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows
 We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows
 We up in they face sophisticated mic pros

 Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive
 With classical shit since 1995
 While niggas insist they #1 on the list
 I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist
 We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan
 The illest MC to ever come from San Fran
 Money and grands you better watch the quick hand
 Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand
 You seein a man who had a choice with a voice
 Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd
 But nevertheless the best man on the mic
 You try to recite but can't get the lines right
 We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades
 When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed
 No further delays about a thou for the show
 Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what

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 Yo we three steps ahead of y'all
 You niggas thought that I was scared a y'all
 You niggas need the Geritol
 The Rookie of the Year is clear
 Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet
 But none of y'all could pose a threat
 I pump fear in the vein remain the same
 Go against the grain
 Keep it straight ahead so spread
 I be goin for they head takin they neck
 Takin my respect
 Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat
 While y'all be runnin in the streets
 Knowin that you can't compete
 I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat
 Watchin y'all cheat
 This game wasn't made for kids
 We get rid of the weak rhymes
 So when it's time to speak mine
 I got about a thousand flows
 No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros

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 Understand this
 Grand imperial
 Soulfather Rasco
 You know it
 Peace to Planet Asia
 Cali Agents Nigga
 Believe that
 99 to 2 Thou