I know cats.. that 'run da feild wit rocks' but they ain't 'runnen backs'//
You best get a grip on a gun and a strap//
Got puns and raps all packed in my minds back pack//
Stand back, watch out... and clear da room//
I gotta time bomb ticken and hidden about to boom//
I'm from the south 'West' so you know I'm slangen 'saloons'//
I'm breaken the rules, taken everything you got from money to jewels//
I'm swimmen in money, covered wit honey in my backyard pool//
Couldn't 'Fly' if you had a 6-pack of 'Red Bull'//
Pick ya jaw up, and stop ya mouth drool//
I know I'm cool, I'm bad...I'm a monster at hand//
Embark a spark on demand//
Crowd ya crew and darken ya plans//
It's like you can't 'study' skills and you starten to 'cram'//
Damn...Nise got 'strength' like his name 'Bam-Bam'//
Couldn't 'touch' me if you had 2 left and right hands//
Knock you over like I's drunk leanen on nightstands//
I directed 'Fight Club' just watch how the 'right lands'//
Oh man...I gotta Nise left hook and a upper cut//
Guarenteed either one bound to fuck you up...

Nise