dont run in here actin like u own this place
i been here longer than u been tryin ta own this case
like uze a mad rappa tryin ta act coo
ma bulletz shoot through u like @ columbine skoo

by maself im a lyrical nation
lyrically look hoo u facin
i seem ta find u aint lyrically inclined
ta keep up wit these rhymes
so run behind me like u hard ta find

ok ur right about 1 thing...ur flowz are cold as ice
well im hot like propane...leakin on a cold day
my mad rapz iz like a mat cat
chasin a mad rat...like u in a trap

leave u with scars cuz ill run u right by
and leave ya ass lookin for me like u owned tha F.B.I