Its like clockwork movin the hands of time
Four MCs four minds combined in rhyme(x3)
And it goes like this
I'll take it straight to that face plate
Snatch and make it detach (what now)
Cause what i bring's the natural dispatch
I'm magical
Word up I got It like that
I'm just sayin whats on my mind
When I rhyme
And thats the bottom line
Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin
I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they be whippin
And they know it
But still they must be frontin
Cause I'm sayin somethin
That they dont wanna hear
So now theres nothin (nothin)
But opposition to my every way of life
I'm sayin I'm a bring it on cause I must
Yo I'm bustin rhymes
Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic
I mean this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up)
Gettin paid is a priority
No Doubt
So run that route
Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth
Yo It'll never be the same, like it use to be
Too many half steppers that wanna be up in the industry
So yo i drop some science every demo i make
It's like, how you livin homes
Kinda trife and it aint that great
I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that bullshit
The niggas compromise they own integrity to get it
Now maybe thats the price to be paid for the riches
Sell your fuckin soul to the Devil
Now those suns a bitches (word)
Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?)
My street warrior attitude aint impressive
I move onto the scene like a graphic
I flow like traffic
I'm at my peak each and ever hour
When I get a rush
I gotta bus
