I'm so sick that I could flow in slow motion, And still keep up with the Jones's/
Rip your residential leave ya homeless, Fuck a wheel of steel I got chrome spits/
Call me 'gold wrists'. I'm hearin' 'U God!', This bigger than Miss Electra's next boob job!/
True drops,........ Causing 'Havoc' to drop the 'Prodigy' like I rule Mobbs/
Below-the-belt cruel shots like we be boxing, Fuck a P.Diddy video that you been watching/
Crossing the world with cold toxins, Aint from Harlem but I'm 'Globe Trotting'/
Most emcee's know nothin', I'm schooled in this game cos' I hold knowledge/
Ya style's mouldy like old porridge, To those who aint known ''I'm the most wanted!"/
In my spit's theres nuthin pointless, Drop 2 tracks backwards like im double-'joint'ed/
In battle hold ya voice kids, Cos the result is only gnna leave you dissapointed/
Got 'cuts'?, Come get the ointment, Most speak with police, Got federal appointments/
While we handle our beef with peeps on the streets and get another joint son/
Ya dont want none, I bring actual tragedy, Think im crazy? It's the bastard in me!/
Faster than an Athlon AMD, Fuck your preach, I hold a rap Masters degree/
Check the harm within me, You gone get 'cracked child' like your fathers a fiend/
So much weed it's like I'm harvesting green, Look at my scripts and say, ''Thats the bar of my dreams''/