I give it two hundred percent
 That's a hundred for me
 And a hundred for the rent
 I know whatcha meant  Joe  I gotta flow too
 Cause they wack every show I go to
 I be leavin'
 I don't be beleavin' they be even
 Beleave in they own shit
 Actin' like they owwwn  shit
 Butcha never will
 So you better chill
 Or getcha grill  peice  torn by the beast
 You get the claws
 Across your jaws
 Hear the roars
 Now we gonna lock the doors
 Your trapped in a rap like a def game
 A left came, then a right, then a fight came,
 then a light came, then an eternal night came
 Now your in it, in less than a minute
 Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it
 You better know your limit boy
 You better know your limit.
 (chourous: (Jeru the Damaja) Got a, freaky, freaky
 freaky freaky flow. (Brother J.) It's freaky deaky
 It's freaky deaky. 2x

 Verse 2:

 I'm here
 Not fronichole, but lyrically present
 I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh
 I got that Special Ed shit
 Slap that dead shit
 Now play dis
 Now say dis (your the greatist)
 I got enough to stuff into the ladies
 I rub her with a rubber
 But I'm lyrically raw
 Protect your neck and double check your jaw
 Cause I'm gettin' bummy
 A'yo I'm still gettin' money
 Yo, ain't it funny
 How you can't take the ghetto out the Ed-O
 Maybe I'm just crazy

 Why I think, I wanna kill my shrink
 I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers,
 and red blood all over, a dead leprechan
 with a time bomb tied to it's arm
 In Saigon somewhere on a farm
 I gotta calm, down
 And hit the wright wire
 Or fight fire
 Maybe it's a premenission, or intuition
 Or some kind of vision
 But either way, I'm on a lyrical mission.

 Chorus 2X

 Verse 3:

 I think it's because I break the laws of language
 Like a sandwich
 I eat the whole beat
 On whole wheat
 Cause it's good for your teeth
 Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street
 Back on the concrete
 Feet up
 Gettin' beat up
 So when we meet up, give your seat up
 And rise
 The honorable Ed is presiding
 Stop biting, stop writing, stop hidin
 I hate fish motherfuckers, but I like writting
 And snappa, blue fish
 I go to one fish two fish
 Or some lobster
 No I'm not a mobster, but medoddion
 If I was white I might say: party on, dude
 But I'm the original rude
 With the New York talk
 So just peep, because the skills go deep
 So look, and think about it, before you leap.

 Chorus 2X