you to lame, couldnt get on a track if it was produce in a train
shit its incyan the way i do my thing from here to main
regulardless i spit my hardest weather you feel me or clown me
but the way it sounds be, alot of followers wanna serround me
bonafide verbally drown'in you herbs into a pool of verbs
slash ya brain-cells in quaters, till you box'ed up like nerds
thats my word, i'll die-come-back and still wouldnt change a thing
ego stuck in my soul, making me spaz like bad back that couldnt hold
but maybe im more ready then the navy in katrina
baby, i'll put the beam to ya, till you mumble ya words thru the nina
freestyle never stop, not even the cops slow my flow
its either duck and dodge, buck N lodge till ya top open like a garage ITS WHATEVER