[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at c'mon (x 5)"
From the bottom of my heart
I must declaim
the deranged mind state.
I find hate surrounding me
so I clown a G
and his rebuttal is
"Cas stop bein' a ass "
It makes me think
what'll ever stop the angry
when they wanna throw thangs wit' me?
They're aware I'll bang 'em
because of examples
I have made out of humans
doom when they toy with my thought train,
they're caught plain and simple,
but some will attempt to pull jammies
so I slam with these,
ram these, all into his jaw,
and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,
'cause I can be doin' better things with my time,
my pen enlightens the page I puncture
my rage is brunt to show you
what flow too through hard times
and times when my pen
is my only friend,
I'm lonely
then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell,
and I hope this busi-ness pays well,
cause its fly to me
but not worth the anxi-e-ty,
I wish I can BE all I CAN, B,
so the man see his full potential,
with them phrases
get you into dazes,
praise this overlordian
who got shit for the naughty men,
here we go-
[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)"
Hut. Hut. Hike.
I strike like angry employees
It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these.
Please stop drop and roll a spliff
lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped
then I stomp 'em like a brush fire
'cause I get much flyer
even in the clutch
I adjust and bust skills
