my lyrics sicker than a nigga with sifilis/
sicker than a nigga suffering from burning pis/
contracted from an infected bitch/
who you know that can spit it/
better than Synickle/
u gone need a fire team/
when i step in a booth/
my style is wild/
my life is crazy/
u can alwayz catch me on the block/
blowin' blue hazy/
and my ride stay on duce O's (20's)/
when you look at my ears for to long/
dog-ya eyes get cold/
so you know i get respect in the streets/
i'm known to rip any mc/
accappella or beat/
i represent the Bronx/
any bitch that's wit me/
is giving my long john some hickies/
im the REASON why niggas is shook/
cuz if u fucc wit my my clik/
your name will end up in a hospital check-in book/
who else u know can type his rhymes/
and still be nice/
free-style off the mind/
the keyboard's my mic/
my mind is right/
my money is right/
dog-i'm harder than roc/
i'll battle anybody/
signed or not/
niggas get hush-hush when i'm holding the glock/
cuz if not/
they end up with 12-shots to they knot/
i'm a hustla'/
i'll come to ya block and make a sale/
and if i get locked/
no matter how high/
i post bail/
from the rings to the watches/
i floss it/
i leave punk MC's running like water out a faucet/
im Synickle in tha head/
while i stand strong/
dog-ya style they change like the different seasons/
if my rhymes was in a classroom/
they'd be A-plus/
yours will be a B/
cuz u always one step behind me/
yo-my style is like the deep blue sea/
if you can't swim or float/
your lung sacks become empty/
your face gets pale& skin get cold/
now u at the bottom/
all cuz u wanted show off & get bold
thats what u get for fuccing wit da Str8killa/