| Check it out! | 
| It’s something that we deal with, you know? | 
| Alchemist! | 
| Let’s get it! | 
| Sound clasher broadcast | 
| The grand master mash your rap rapture | 
| Capture peddles with such status | 
| Staggering style addict and can’t stomach the status | 
| Off kill to stats colorful graphics habbit | 
| Straight radical, Hannibal’s mathematical son su The literal is just literally… tactical, son, you | 
| Frivolous town, out in the… hands down! | 
| Game is over the drums, James Brown. | 
| General Jim start… | 
| The blade cut you for the roughage | 
| You can’t… Tell, you are mustered | 
| We know originality cats are… If you whack | 
| When little Lee raps over T-Boy tracks. | 
| Listen, simple and plane! | 
| You’re out of pocket like loose change. | 
| All we see is the peak of the game | 
| This gold chain slang bang! | 
| Splashing and trashing, niggas rapping, ask me what happen | 
| I’ll be cutting niggas down for low cabins. | 
| The door… the guns clapping quickly in the… | 
| Cause you niggas… decided like a … The dice | 
| Supposed to be blasting, your pussy is not flash and right | 
| Your lyrics ain’t killing nobody, so pass the mike! | 
| And you ain’t killed nothing | 
| You gonna let it live since it lived | 
| For whom was soft as a baby with a bed, with the tittie sucking | 
| Me I’ll be tittie fucking, the chick has me clucking | 
| Looking for… Picture me tricking something | 
| I got a trick for, cause you figured it out | 
| Wanna see a magic stick disappear? | 
| Open your mouth! | 
| You brought by baptized lyrics around | 
| Suffer close, call it post-traumatic head shot dishonor | 
| … Spit fire, my rhyme syllable slaughter | 
| But rather leave hoes and your ribs of the size of quarters! | 
| Me and Whacka Flocka was cooling at the Palladium | 
| Jumped out the helicopter in two | 
| Another stadium with drugs that can’t flush | 
| With guns that can’t jam | 
| A Russian association with the Tuscany glam! | 
| It’s a custom, the people, evil police know | 
| He ain’t no seen Heaven, pull over… | 
| Yeah, five members of the Beatles is equal | 
| December I was live to… | 
| The most… Passport in history | 
| Another category class say victory | 
| Nearly pulled the pistol in the winner | 
| The List of Schindler, weather sinners and killers | 
| Dealers and villains living under… And pillars | 
| Still a fucking winner with no… | 
| I’m out here catching dynasty dude without the lesson | 
| Pyramid army is profession. | 
| Never tidy hanging like an anchor | 
| I’m like a pranker, Haitian gold motivation | 
| Working, talking, circulate paper | 
| Fuck around, go ahead, | 
| Be the quickest way to meet mother nature! | 
| My ever statement is disrespectful and blatant | 
| Sophistication is calculating for greatness | 
| All the… like phonograph tracks | 
| Soak and show the rap… Like photograph raps | 
| It’s lethal! | 
| This dosage of four package for people | 
| Backseat you with the legal evil | 
| It’s a stick up or the… | 
| So be cool and get beat on | 
| I’m the original! | 
| So take that bullshit back to… | 
| You know fragile ass peons | 
| Freeze up like freon liquids. | 
| My niggas is on, we flip shit different | 
| Spark with a van, another shit will charge me with a… | 
| Tried to say the God fell off, whenever your momma nigga | 
| I’m hot like the Lama and Obama… | 
| Ossama, Obama, Hussein, Sadam, Palmer… Crack rapper… | 
| Probably on my song wrong with no training | 
| Straight up, I leave that shit body and I’m gone, nigga! |