Once again I get clever on another endeavor

While you try to get it together and come better

The so Sinister rhyme go-getter

Gotta be a winner, that's why I'm the Administer

Tell ya what's my function from the introduction

3-D and the Hilltop are all in conjunction

Makin it right, makin you twist

Makin conversation, hand over fist

Programmin myself to be the premier MC of the century

Speakin my peace but it ain't for anybody

It only pertains to you loudmouth smarties

Who love to see me stumble and my empire crumble

You know best, so under your breath you mumble

You know it ain't gon' happen when you hear the hand claps

You knowin that I'm flowin countin all the green snaps

Pullin up in my DJ's ride

To Crush and Bust and bring you over to the Dope Side

Ya first saw, then dropped your jaw

You didn't even know the ES was a young boy

The way I roll makes you think I'm old

So there's really no need for my age to be told

Kicked the wisdom and you still say I'm a new jack

You're full of it, plus on the tip, believe that





Some of you think I will shrink, lose my lyric boldness

I am like the South Pole when it's at it's coldest

Coolin like an ice cube in the refrig

While you little league lyricists try to hit big

I ain't collosal, but I'm in the right direction

Searchin for affection, EST will keep steppin

The way I'm inclined, sort of like a mic ripper

Get off the tipper, skipper, I'm the big dipper

My speech like an iron claw, cuttin like a saw

Givin you a crystal-clear idea usin metaphors

About to show you all who's hardcore

When your'e stamped on and amped on in front of your boys

We all originated from the very same place

Identified by race but all by God's grace

With a deep mental perspective and I'm quite receptive

And I perceive what my brothers don't believe

But that's a little far fetched to conceive

My boys lose faith? Man, never down HP

The way I rap is that of a real cool cat

And you know my pockets gonna stay fat

Believe that





Seriously, this is a message to you wanna-be's

You're all garbage in the first degree

Segregatin suckers, the streetwise lone ranger

You ain't been exposed, you's a stranger to danger

Soon as you see a little competition you flee

I tell all the the sucker MC's come to me

And I know there's someone out there secretly tryin to dis

But home-b, you don't want none of this

I return your diss just for spite

Matter of fact, I pimp-smack you in the head with the mic

You see, they call me Sinister, start with me, I finish ya

Rap like a beginner and thus become a prisoner

Charged with wackness, rockin out of order

Sucker type don't even deserve bread and water

Some of you old heads jammin like new jacks

But yet you get over like a fat rat

Everytime our jams play out, you know that on the comeback

We're gonna bumrush, believe that