When I hit the scene all you see is kids bail/
cause I got more clips than chicks with pig tails/
your shit's stale, how many people know what it's like to beat you/
I'm the "king don", believe me, my "mic'll" eat you/
twice as evil, you can come and get served by the gunner/
cause any crew that "steps to hogun" will get "murdered by numbers"/
aim arrows at this kid, pierce skin, see how long his "marrow" lasts/
the road to victory against you ain't a narrow path/
whiterapper, the pharoah laughs as I hear the barrel blast/
I spit fire 'til the excess carbon turns the aero black/
crowds form around my rhymes, my verse is dispersin knowledge/
while your words get no play like verbalist workaholics/
muder all this, I get "gassed" after my petrolleum lunch/
call me "midas", cause all my lines turn to gold at the touch/
tryin to be a thug, pose for pictures holdin your nuts/
damn, this is the first time I "split a black" without "rollin a blunt"/