so what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
you dont know shit, so when you see one flee
you can be run-d, youll never beat the mc
ill stop the alphabet at s, and get it down to a t
im sure your bound to agree, a sweet mc crashes the spot
ill make the roof hot like i was rock master scott
your ass forgot, so just incase you dont remember me
ill run your brain around this block to jog your fucking memory
its either them or me man, kill or be killed
you will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
my facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
ill send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
if hes acting soft and he cowers
he better come cleaner than jay rue jackin off when he showers
you flowers got no clout with a thang
you could date a stick of dynamite and wouldnt go out with a bang
i showered the slang, simple as a,b,c's
skip over the d,s and rock the microphone with e's
dethrone mc's and ima max alone
relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
so facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
i rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
im greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers
you couldnt make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
but you can bring yours lets see what you got
but dont front and never try to be what your not
cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn ya back
and fuck jill on a hill, you still aint jack