im dah top quala-t, yall niggaz can't fuck with me,
times a-wast'n and im waitin to see, nigga you think
your rhymes is ill, best ta shut that shit up b4 u getz killt,
my rath is that of an escaped phyco-path, like big pun, i have gunz, but all i need is one, and that one is meant for you son, so what i can't rap atleast i try, not like you to sit in yah lil corner and cry, you know my name, holla back it steven, the rhymes i spit would set a crack-head even, its not like me to act a fool, but i think someone need to take yah ass back ta school, this is my time to shine, cause you'll never spit a flow as killa as mine, its time to get crunk so grab the hennesey, yall niggaz will neva be like dah top-quala t