its E u know the king niggaz what you don't remember me?/
I'll pound my sneaks up in ya head, to 'jog' ya damn memory/

cuz im real large in da game an yall is comin with minuet drops/
champ? c i dont need ta battle him im known ta shoot glocks/

im ahead of the game with that flow of the next generation/
a potent combinatin a lyrical devistation laced with radiation/

i destroy the comp wit explosive spits in a fantastic package/
ta massacre these bastard and leave there atoms splattered/