I want to play the (ah ha ah ha) In a crazy way (come on, come on) And around will say You ought to him play (lick shots) Ya'll At notebook leakin' I'm Long days, no Vacation, You Peep it? We're Ruling the right now Can't it Ain't an MC in the bay could see this B-List couldn't crawl through my sneakers Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces beast of speech Priest of Hip Hop nation? shit treason My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!" it is you got we don't need it Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy Beat it! These ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming I this while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden Life's My are stars I'm by the river You singing songs a young Yoda Yo, my does yoga son Run pum pum This is I with the mission And stretch like guitar strings that crawl the rhythm of blends Classic selection of Surgically precision with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo' Lookin' stiff to the "yeah that the shit!" but it ain't I'm just saying since And you still like you ridin' Black Thought's dick Counterfeit styles on some off shit Same cats give my dap talk shit Walk around the bar like bought false tits (oh on) You can a Molotov of this Arabs and I chop off wrists Hip Hop fanatics run and call KRiS If I see you on stage I'm a run and BLITZ! I'll and play and play and play some more As no on played the drums before At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did On- To the Grill Feel it in my fingers when I it in Killin' 'em, because they only pens to minimum Please I give what they've never seen My style has wings more syllables Azeem make you fell the Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 Each fresher then the one is You can't catch-up you got a magical wrist A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that in the biz Cheers.. Ask friends who's the illest On the mic screaming "Ismail to kill us"