Ideally imma chatter mouth jeweled up villain
See the bars floatin on the page rappin N chillin
Drench ya with my gatorade till you are familia (familiar)
Rustle up my old guage shootin like malitia's
You don't know the way to rap fella lemme show ya
Use your soul or your feelings throwin bo's like a boulda (boulder)
Ia m real if you didn't know how its done
I'll keep you till ya cramium is burned by the sun
Rockin mics outta their dimentions so pay full attention
I'm the god send fixin bridges like a good dentist
You couldn't see me if ya glasses were government issue
A couple people in my gang got the black pistols
So I'm the crime lord bein loaved till I'm buggin
I'll be shot across the face or burned in hells oven
Its automatic bra / so like bulimics I'll cause self-static
I'll be runnin head first like acrobats doin acrobatics