Renegade, you've been afraid//
clean up your act, like you've been sleeping with a minute maid//
starting wars, cuz u wanna see the verbal remix, to the holy crusade//

Emergency, i finall yofund those whack musicians//
lying on the ground in critcal condition//

Med kid whipped out, and i perform operations, like a lyreical physician//
a steady diet of the streets is what yoou been missin//

Able to hit marks, cuz i'm holdin it steady//

Race throught he human race, in the car with andretti//

Kool out nigga, there is no lyrical conflict//
you decieve your fans, like a convist with a mic, you benedict//

And physically your girl can bend a dick, in her mouth and swallow//
no artist can mc's now, they all just follow//
their sales die, like trees that are hollow//

Believe i got fire that burn niggas like toast out of the oven//
ok, you a so called p-i-m-p, but who you lovin//

Like the chick you plan ya life around//
or the bitch you fuck with cuz she's in town//
and plan to get down in the underground//
covered in darkness, where she can't be seen//
you were feelin the bitch, cuz she was lookin real mean//

Enter the land before time, when i was known as a long neck//
fully stacked like a card deck//
i can cause shit to happen, but what about the effect//
is it comin direct, or is it a wreck//
did i bang heads, or really come at ya neck//