On The Driving Range, Niggas Could Never Get Close/
Hit 90 On The Dash Like It Was NASCAR, joe
My Flow Is Not For Children, Shit, It’s For You Either/
Take One Step, And Your Soul Get Cast From Some Ether
Eddie Murphy Style, My Lyrical Tsunami’s Deadly/
Make You See Your Grave and I Get Hot Like Chili
Here’s The Skillies, After Uno Puff Of The Philly/
Make You Paralyzed In The Eyes, Just Enough To Feel Me
Damn, Nigga, I’m A Monster, Freddy vs. Jason Shit/
Never Basic, You’re Wasted, Yo, I Made It
Quicker Than Them Other Niggas Who Said They’re Realer/
Y’all Want None Of This Shit, Boy, Y’all Some Crack Dealers
Tryna Make It As Rappers, Think They Blaze Like Hot Peppers/
Face All Marked Up, Like You Was A Fucking Leper
I’m A Hotstepper, Ask Everybody in Englewood/
Then You Try To Say That You Spit Good…
Fuck That, You Niggas Is Garbagepickers, Dicklickers/
You Tried To Get Away But You Knew I’m Slicker
Slipping Away From Conscieniousness, And I’m The Culpuit/
I’m A True Nigga, You Just One Who Ride Dicks
And Suck Them More Than Liberace, Shit Looks Blotchy/
You Can Rap All Your Life, You Won’t Be Hotter Than Me
This I Swear, This Is War I’m Declaring Like A Southern Belle/
Who The Hell Is Going Down In The Place I Dwell?
It’s The State Of The Ill’, Where All The Real MC’s Be At/
Niggas Tryna Seize That, But They Could Never Leave That
Alone, Welcome To Our Humble Abode/
But Niggas Will Never Get To Our Level And The Code…
Is That Motherfuckers Can’t Handle The Skill We Kill/
On The Microphone, Dangerous, How Many Caps We’ve Peeled?
Many On The Daily, Like The Fugees Was Coming Back/
To Be Kill Me, You Better Get The Marines To Acheive That