come on and get and done in my rhymes im numba 1//
my reputations great and i hardly use tthe word "gun"//
almost all my battle won, but even now im just havin fun//
i bet some niggas jus think im cocky but it ain righ//
its cus i realize dat if i spit all real id be in a fight//
of lyrical verbs, disturbing big words, my real vocabulary is out of this world...//
im a young nigga who hails from the chi //
but sting like a southern bee, and float like western buttafly//
yeah im a rappa, but im whats considered as a kid 1st//
so if i showed i was too good things would just get worst//
i flow on lines yo hoes are mine and i commit crimes//
my rhymes could lock you in and close you out//
ain no threat so ain no need to shout//
yeah i get mad but only when i catch a insult//
but i calm down in the end result//
and ill tell any nigga my whereabouts//
im in big BANKHEAD, come and feel a desert in ya mout//
cus ima []D--[]---[]\/[] a yes []D//
i warned yall niggas before about me//
but i guess it cant be help because yall got cha own minds//
big peeeye empee eye tha engee//
to think that i wasnt is just a mockery......come on, yall fools won stop meh G//
"oh thats some bull shit, this nigga ain mean"//
fuck that comment it wont stop this fiend//
my rhymes to fire are like wine to a grape stain//
my flow is jus sumtin that can not be ex-plained//
and eventually yall gonna become a victom of da south//
we grab da earth by da ankles and shake da paper out//
on five years open a history book and see who u read about//
its gonna be carter, im goin hall of fame without a doubt