aight fucka i steped it up a notch peep it...

i gotta keep shittin this aint writen its freestyle
im typin fast now to convert it to keystyle
a free file...
you can bank it record it crank it spank it you whores can
thank it shank it rank it fits in a box you be trippin an
lippin spittin up cocks you shocked your caught you think
im santana
i aint roc-a-fella
an this aint a bandana
its canada this aint sweet london an i ran a da
border holdin a 44 flippin at quarter im
shorter an stalky you keep tryin to block me
watch me words slur cop da bur bur
pop you droped roll up a sure blurr
words sure fake cuz you cant relate
you tryin to grab me but i change shape
you thinkin you had me with a lame rape
ya dames great an shes late im shakein my plate
while you hatin i make dollars
i got barrels of barrels to pop collars
shot callers referees an da dot haulers
they micro you tyco i might go to sleep now
ya too week to even speak you just eat chow
an i reak now im on the street now how i get
followed from houston like the apollo its hollow
its tip top shot at your waistline your here for deals
im here to waste time you a little fish tryin bite
the bait line and if not then let it be known for a
minute there aint no prize no limits an no gimmicks
if this is a farm team i dont expect to win it im
finished im stupid i cant call it shoot did you understand that? ...
keep sittin here tryin to understand rap...