I got madd styles which I create
And when I'm on the mic I daze manipulate
You see, I can recognize that all the fella's in my crew, habitually smoke and on occasion I will too
Master of the fine art sweeter than a pop tart lyrical genius on the mic without my guitar
Sucka MC's talk about strappin the gats
I'm too busy rappin 'bout straight up facts
'Cause every once in a while I'll meet a girl with a smile
Mack her to the fullest until she's in my file
As I recreate the scene no younger than 18
I'll bone 'em 'till the moanin' turns to great screams
Get up in my face don't blink make a turna
I'm gettin' madd sick like my nigga' Howard Sterna
I'll burn ya' and dig your grave with a shovel
Watch me drop knowledge as I step to a higher level
I wear my Spy's in the day 'cause it's bright
And I never pause on a lyric 'cause it's tight
Natural skills that'll make you say "YO!"
Master mind with a pen----Bring it yo
Girlies on my jock like The Rock and I'm chillin'
Slob on my nob I puff to get the feelin'
Nobody knows just how my flow creeps in
Plenty of foes but outnumbered by friends
G style, freestyle, she smiled,
Ear to ear like a crocodile
Up in the cut step and say what
Knock a couple back then I'll take your slut
Take my time no rush layed back
But get your ass up while I cut on on the track
Knock out blows they call me Tyson when I fight
Step on your pride as I hit you with another right
Buck, buck, buck, buck DAMN!
Now you know that I'm in command
Cross the line as I come from behind to rip out your spine then step on your mind
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me
Damn straight G got the priority
It's time to play remember how we start the party?
Killer beats straight superiority
Where you gonna go whatcha gonna do
I hunt like a dog sniff sniff 'till I bite you
The hunt is on throught the woods and the trees
