Mob affiliated baby, like I'm a Gotti

Llama by me, I rhyme like I'm some kind of kamikaze

I'm the head of this rap shit

I got a lot of back like Buffie

Trust me, plus, I'm The Body 

I'm the God

You Superman than I'm the czar

I don't rap, I commit lyrical homicide

Make niggas feel like they on the set of Amistad

I got it locked

You at a funeral if I'm a cry

You wanna see some real shit?

Look at me around the eyes

I'll turn your previous status into a now demise

Whoever sleepin' on Nickle

I spit formaldehyde

Write your whole album high

Or drunk, it's what I advertise

They say I ain't blew up 

Because of sabotage

And that I put too much time into eatin' rapper guys

I'm still hungry

These niggas ain't even appetizers

After I'm finished eatin' them, I have an after artist

I have to call you retarded

You think you half the artist

I am

I ain't

Lyin'

Tryin'

Buy him?

C'mon my nigga

He's the seller 

If he gets any flier he's gonna need propellers

This rap shit is his house

In fact he's the cellar

The underground is his sanctum boy

He's a dweller

He only go up them stairs when it's time to eat

Niggas go mute whenever it's his time to speak

You wanna locate my mind

Look in the lost and found

And happy Bar Exam 2, it's the thought that counts

I call these rap niggas crunk cause they talk and bounce

That money stay on my mind, like my thoughts can count

Ill, he's ill, he's still sick

Me and Shady patched it up we about to rebuild bitch

Detroit about to rebuild bitch

Proof, Dilla, Blade

Aye

C'mon man I does this

Toss dirt on the mud slingers

Sleep in a dug ditch

I'm a motherfuckerin' walkin' Christmas

The evidence is Royce

You don't bet against The Presence/present in Detroit

But you can't put me in a box

Cause you gonna need a bigger bow

I'm a huge gift

I got the game in a figure four

I'm made so I shoot ya

Cause money beat cases

Detroit stand up, let's make way for the future