[ VERSE 1: ] I while most MC's lactate Can't for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaks They stand still a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they lips to light a cigarette And watch em all choke on my vomit Took apart, shook up they heart, they on it And I promise, if you could hide this monster You'd quick to ride on my divide and conquer Some gotta die 'fore the dumb Not everyone can fly, most don't wings Keep takin a nap, wear a for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose I spit shrapnel the villagers babble Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the unravel We're to scrape off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is really of
[ 2: Brother Ali ] I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my all aglow Walkin enough to make your half moon whole You need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo' Cause I think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Cause you got a drum and you (throw jealous to the breeze) You to respect a fuckin legend when he breathes 'fore you get a K-Swiss logo in your knees Shock the body-body, rock the Stagger the imagination, box esophagus The paradime, you stepped the line And I show you why the have got a fuckin axe to grind Street like David Blaine with these songs Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with cleats on got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats broke And your fuckin eyebrows might back, but your teeth won't
(You gonna look pretty funny to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)