It's the gift, Here to give your mortal a lift, uh-huh Mack rap pimp, uh-huh another rhythm with my signature The gift,
It's the chief, Tearing up the and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, Blazing on your local ghetto corner The chief,
Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my Lines are inclined shine, in my shrine Warring time, mortifying, sauna lines Borderline Einstein, times
Ordered like slaughter fights for the Sure to strike, pouring water might, I like a sack of that northern light hype Swerving off a nitro quarter pint
Saw the light, rappers caught a night-night Bona fide ice, Dolomite type like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic
Photo light images Yoda bite Soldier-like stripes, to Spike, build a vice is volt bright light, hold the funk inside Glowing solar kites, sho ya right quite
It's the gift, Here to your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh rap verbally pimp, uh-huh Lace another with my signature The gift,
the chief, uh-huh Tearing up the drum and heat, uh-huh shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on your local street corner The chief,
to the rhythm, rock raps in the day Feast on adrenaline, the way I'm the hunter going after my prey They Running for the highest yelling out, "Mayday"
G-A-B, the annihilator of the way they Be all on sacred scepter jocking, like a ball, kick 'em all, drop 'em in the Bay say Fatter than your nigga yelling, "Hey, hey, hey"
Putting on apprentices Brandy did Ray J Shutting down your business like day If you ain't efficient you'll be all up in a bring the richness of the sun into your gray day
Take your AK, put it in a tray Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it way Out of sight and mind so you can on your time in climbing Rhyming, hey that beat grime and shining be my pay day
the gift, uh-huh Here to give your mind a lift, uh-huh Mack rap pimp, uh-huh Lace another rhythm my signature The gift,
It's the chief, Tearing up the drum and heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, Blazing on your local ghetto street The chief,
Slick-slippery, ripping these, shift physically Drift with a kick me dickory, emcees are sick of me Zen trickery, get the gist, wizardry
Split-lickety, it could be lit Like this, me, it is a secret Emcees pretend to be kin to the I'm mentally the wisdom of centuries
Wit, go on like a centipede's Rappers want flames, man, I these shrimps 'em on the barb' with some hickory chips I'm a level higher the intermediate
Rappers, I don't care about your gender, Background, records, history, rent Unpaid evictions, charge penalties Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it's the
the gift, uh-huh Here to your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh Mack rap verbally pimp, Lace rhythm with my signature The gift,
the chief, uh-huh Tearing up the drum and heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, Blazing on your local ghetto street The chief,