Im closing ure curtains like these broadways shows
u becoming history once i spit my flow
strike you like a bow an arrow bronx hood apparell
coming for ure chips leave the rest of u dismantled -
totaled send the pieces back to u through postal
ure just a local garbage fire i spread coastal
in my holsta' lies all types of gadgets that are automatic busting off in sporadic attempts as much as an addict let the drugs get at it
this is candid camera extravaganza
got u on the spot like martha stewarts propaganda
they shouldve have banned ya or ya should have never existed
your shit is science fiction spielberg has a better vision-
to rhyme and give me something to challeng my mind
your inclined to get left back still learning to rap green eggs and ham still trying to help u adapt
to live up to big dawgz, your still a pup ive spaded u early now u cant try to fuck