Give me that beat, lock n' load, summers back, ready to pile up heat
unable to defeat,the evil inside,just blaze on the tracks,like i was smokin the beat
craziness, got the lazinesss, beaten,lyrical prowess, like that of a panther
realness, goin over all this, certified rappin, wit certificates of authenticity
but then i got the shit on lock, iv'e gone crazy, freddy krueger, won't be rippen me

110% raw just spittin the streets
and leavin you dessimated, like chinese men with beef
crazy upside down just puttin out words
flippin the scripts as easy as flippin them birds
top of the line nothin better subject matter
servin niggas hot like bar be que food platters
B.R.E on top of the game like we never been stopped
hot the old days up, two feet+your mouf=your dropped
mathematical equations runnin thru my mind
like you plus a mic= the end of time
civilized man in history never felt braggin like this
maybe poor in reality, but rap makes me rich
check it out takn you ripped up like you me Jason
my mind plus a mic, will have veteran pulse racin
even not my best piece, my words won't make no sense
your rhymes suck in the present, due to all their past tense
Subjectable tendencies to rip anyone
rappings a game, don't mean it has to be fun
because 2 months ago, as a mindless newbie you would see me
joined city life, then left to join B.R.E
never left after that cuz we the best in the business
killin all opposin us, then killin witnesses who saw us killin the witness
because 110% raw in the game you have to be
soft spot says R.I.P to Aaliyah, Left eye,jam master jay,pun, pac,and Biggie

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