| Set 'em niggas raised the banners up | 
| I carry canisters the size of San Fri', Atlanta | 
| It’s the amateur, how your pop feel his son is a faggot? | 
| Planting my seed in your girl, now she the mother of dragon | 
| Clowns to the left, jokers to the right | 
| I left a path of dead rappers strangled with broke mics | 
| Take it back to that M.O.P. | 
| — Cold As Ice | 
| If you beat everyone already, who are you supposed to fight? | 
| Challengers explode like the NASA rocket | 
| 'Cause they ain’t know the mutherfuckin' time like bad watches | 
| I drop mad projects, they all ill | 
| I summon brothers, come for you | 
| They all will | 
| Who did y’all rob? | 
| Who did y’all kill? | 
| Silence — like a fucking mime in Vaudeville | 
| I put your pride through a sawmill | 
| Y’all don’t deserve the remains of a dog’s meal, so dog chill | 
| I speak in a tongue called elephant | 
| My brain is a device not fully developed yet | 
| What you hearing is the prototype | 
| Before you wager against me ask if you can afford your life? | 
| Yeah, you know me well | 
| The god said that they owe me hell | 
| I’m the outlaw Josey Wales | 
| No heaven above, no hell beneath me | 
| No man can kill me, no bitch can keep me | 
| Don’t be afraid child, please come and look | 
| The journal that holds my rhymes is called The Jungle Book | 
| Shere Khan, weed white, beer bronze | 
| I used to be afraid of my power — the fear’s gone | 
| So now all of those who were dead challenge | 
| Left screaming in the back as I’m tearing the Bear’s ballads | 
| You go to brunch meetings and eat pear salads | 
| I won’t deny my feelings of hate, 'cause they valid | 
| I have a rare palate; | 
| taste unparallel | 
| The weight of the world on my back, but I wear it well | 
| The secret of success, what is there to tell? | 
| If you fail to prepare, then you must prepare to fail | 
| I’m spitting ill, the fist be my hammer | 
| The question of who the illest? | 
| This be the answer | 
| There is no madness | 
| There is no method | 
| Yours truly, Lost Cause the lion and the leopard | 
| Yeah, you know me well | 
| The god said that they owe me hell | 
| I’m the outlaw Josey Wales | 
| No heaven above, no hell beneath me | 
| No man can kill me, no bitch can keep me |