Yo, I'm the verbal spit Smith Wesson
I unload with a sick spit that quick wick to split a split second
bomb with a lit wick expression
you here a tick tick then you testing
my saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
so trust me, Im as live as it gets
everybody claiming they the best and head the throne
since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they Dead Wrong
my flow is hotter than the flash from the click
when the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
so come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
tough talk turns into "can't we all just get along"
you get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
you probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
my gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you
utter shit to repeat to you
nothing to clip, then give a speak to you
me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
we both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
a whole lot of lip from clicks I'll probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a
peak formerly known as the worlds best keep secret
I guess that I just leaked it....