Im the future man yo rhymes are off
Im a be the king of this city soon as kelis fall off/
This petty M.C. dont see That they call me Bench press because i push nothin but wieght
More of a buzz than a playboy in cell block eight/
Your crew is fake my boys be reala/ if bow wows a thug than lil romes a killa/
I only mess wit chicks that look like ravaon simone if the girl aint eleven im a leava alone
Like a race car stay burnin four rubbers/ I got a lethal weapon that i call danny glover
BUt i stay greasy if im on yo block because you gotta burn yo lyrics on the computer to say that u hot/
Yo YO is this palestinian with terrorists connections but im comin at you sooner then bush winin the next election/
I stay on the front lines we drop nothin but ak's and nines/ but for ecko the first step is admittin you got weak rhymes.
Im wearin this kid out just like my shirts ECKO/ Im in tha game wit latins but name aint Cheko/
Up in the whip pushin the throttle but nigga i got mo green than mountain dew bottles/
Ecko want war im give it to him and change the game like that man sean carter/ Talk the game like they ain nothin left but like Biggie 2 96 is going to see life after death. SO EKCO KISS THE GAME GOOD BYE!!!!