Ain't a curse word could describe me i flow past damn
and get it right i'm not a young buck i'm a grown ass man
and naw nigga i ain't Lloyd Banks
but boy thanks cause i'm on fire
up in here avoid blanks
you need to get all that you can and come prepared
cause anybody come fully equipped is gon leave here bare
i'm snatchin trains plains and automobiles ain't gotta hold steel
i'm from the I.L. Chambana nigga that get it real
ain't got a deal i'm just rappin for fun
it's charm records in the buildin fill in after i'm done
i'm walkin round school people i'm tryin to track me a hun
got better shit to do then walk around askin for gum
i'm goin past flat bread i'm tryin to pack me a bun
these rappers nothin nowadays and matter fact he's a nun
i got money in my pocket how i'm a pack me a gun
i'm bout too blow 3 2 1 yall better run
and duck for cover you rappers is all cattle and i see them graze
funnier then puffy's head at the v.m.a's
you need a map to find my level of skill
and all you rappers is trash to bad the landfill is filled
and i never reach the end of my rope i maintain
and if i ever run out of rope i'll use chain
and after that is twine, and after that is vine
and after that is wood
after that is alpine
yall gon be on top nevermore like i'm the raven
i'm the king of the mountain everybody else fear the cave ins

that's it a little weak but withing 10 minutes and not payin attention i think it's pretty good