| Live at Giants Stadium with Ghostface & Van Halen, Crypress hill & ACDC too | 
| Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan, she was chilling with Diddy | 
| During «motherless child», she wild out and showed us her titties | 
| Sign of the black mark, digital triple six cash cards | 
| Devils clashing with Ansaars, bitches grabbing their tampons | 
| I have to thank God for the places he put me | 
| Or rather for hip hop and the places it took me | 
| Aim at the game, hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off | 
| The world, trying to recite what I write could cause your jaw to fall off | 
| Flow is unique speak to the people, my flow is the street | 
| Words are the traffic lights and my soul is the beat | 
| My discipline is like walking on hot coals with the feet | 
| My confidence is like how you feel when you’re holding the heat | 
| But you don’t need ratchets to validate the fact that you’re great | 
| But watch ya mouth, I’m old school, you’ll get cracked in the face | 
| In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold | 
| My fingers numb from bagging up coke, stranded on the planet of chrome | 
| In the jungle where the cannibals roam | 
| Smashing with ratchets at your dome | 
| Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul | 
| I’m a Brooklyn beast bringing honour amongst crooks and thieves | 
| Fill the bong and let’s cook these trees | 
| In the words of a murder fanatic blasting with the black ratchet I’m a burner | 
| mechanic | 
| I’m here with Howie’s nephew, together we connecting the dots | 
| We at Giant’s Stadium in the executive box | 
| In the constellation of rappers I’m the top stars | 
| Superbad, macloving and shooting at cop cars | 
| Yeah we all loading the clip and feeling the heat | 
| But nah y’all ain’t killing the street like Ill and Unique | 
| Spit venomous shit like a coiled snake King | 
| And grab the cash in your safe behind the oil painting | 
| Running through New York’s major blocks blazing Glocks | 
| And decepticons lasers pop at Megan Fox | 
| It’s the Fox 5 Newsroom where my sanity dies | 
| Cause I get more truth out of watching Family Guy | 
| The black Yankee fitted over the black doorag | 
| The black banana clip thrown in the black schoolbag | 
| My memories of Lafayette High | 
| When I walk between the Coney Island thugs and the Mafia ties |