Made you look like crooks with bags of jewels
like ludacris my rhymes leave you shook, actin a fool
my rhymes have rules i don't accept wackness
have skills to avoid your sorry ass on my blacklist
since way back when i've been droppin-bombs
lyrically attractive i have itchin-palms
so the big pay day as they say should not-be-long
jus the same-old-song, that might one day
get radio play, have a rap classic like dre day
keep your distance, cus i'm blessed, with a sickness
keep ya hands off me cus you'll be, blistered in an instant
from my scripture, collide and wished that you'd missed it
skipped it, you left flat on your back is what i intended
sorry-for-my ac-tions that will leave sores-on-your-eyes
you're-in-surprise you back-flip and hit the floor-in-demise
hide-your-eyes you don't wanna be watching my-fights
try-to-rise from ya coffin if you step when it's fight-night
shining-like-lights-bright you're denying i'm hot
timing-like-short-nights laying by death you'll rot
if lessons work then i'll teach you'll be taugh
i'm new around here but can-ya-tell?
i'll fuck you up worse then the power of 'isabel'//