I got that spit that make the pipers mad
and all my lyrics is the shit like it's a diaper bag
and i don't spit angry shit nigga my mic is mad
and just incase you couldn't tell people i like to brag
so i do i spit that acid mixed with baking soda
and smack these fakers in they face and reach my bank and quota
and i don't write my lyrics down i use the force like yoda
i spit stealth tenchu style so you can call me gohda
you wanna battle the only outcome is gonna be ya casket
cause i'm the man of steel and you the man of plastic
i'm cool j you'll get ya headsprung and neck broken
don't make me leave the club head low and tech smokin
you crazy dog well come on in and i expect locin
you think i play so you can check mate or check no kid
you don't know i'm just a player with that rap status
i'm automatic they don't fuck wit me cause i'm the baddest
i keep it spinnin like a sprewell in the fast lane
you come here tough i'm snatchin each and every last chain
Blackmage to yanyo now that's a fast change
the only thing that stays the same is my last name
i'm like bane you push my buttons and i get bigger
you rappers think you so tough i guess that shit figures
you people think too slow to hit the quick triggers
you think you iller than me than you's a sick nigga
i'm ambidextrous make women turn to switch hitters
i aim like hawkeye and pull rhymes out of my mixed quiver
you think you master splinter than yo ass is a sliver
i'm rappin from cloud nine my watch and linin silver
i animate the world but still it ain't nobody realer
all killer no filler just call me michael myers
you can't sell me bullshit i'm a decisive buyer
this rap game i'm the number one lyric supplier
i'm like an olympic torch because i stay on fire
i'm serious that all these haters is makin me tired
i keep crowds rocked like cocaine and baking soda powder
nas's bravehearts suck i'd rather fuck wit cowards
i keep it shagadellic just call me austin powers
i keep it fresh to death and my casket's laid in flowers
maybe you like the challenge or you just like to cower
girls love my egg roll dog i keep it sweet and sour
i'm not a braveheart my heart is filled with real valor

If i'm not in the fastlane with that than i'm at least on the highway