............chea its the boss of bosses, Hitchcock. Dont get it confused
WHO?....
WHO?....
WHO?...

Its Hitchcock dont think it nigga
I put the pen to the page, and what else?, ink it nigga
Alotta these clowns got me stressin a lot
Thinkin that they all tough wit a vest and a gloc
Just Give em one chance and they lettin it pop
Sayin they gon come thru and leave a mess in the spot
Leave a mess in the spot? naww yall aint speakin the truth
Cuz first of all you can't even bring heat in the booth
Dont mean to burst ya bubble, leave ya peasants despaired
But the last thing you sprayed, just freshened the air
I got weapons in pairs, and they not hard to fit in
The rap game like virgin pussey, its hard to get in
I dont give a fuck where ya studio is, or how it run like
Cuz freal, even Nas only needed just "one mic"
You dumb tike, sit down,....i bench bitches
Niggas know that Hitchock got mo spit than french kisses

yeah man....you heard its that nigga man........

WHO?! Wanna get it in a sec and become the next statistic on the net, and tell me
WHO?! Wanna try they luck, and turned into a pile of stuff, Nigga let me know
WHO?! Wanna bang at the East Coast, like we aint gon let that heat roast, please tell me
WHO?! Wanna step to Hitchcock, and merked from the first when the clips pop
Point em out nigga
WHO?
WHO?
WHO?

Some of you niggas ackin funny, what you lost yall dicks?
All underhanded and shit, like a softball pitch
Its that East Coast nigga wit the seismic flow
I planted the seed of success cuz its time to grow
Its time to show, that... i.. got rhymes to blow
Hitch after that cake, im trynna get that Heisman dough
Im gettin tired of this bullshit, the quality's done
So if most yall up and died, it wouldnt bother me none
If you seen me runnin up wit the shank, you'd probably run
My right arm swing wit, a nice warm sting
Yeah niggas im a bold dude
Cuz I step on this beef shit in sweet kicks, and call it "solefood"
Im smokin coco to the brain, takin photos of a dame
Hitchcok too fly , call me a dodo on a plane
I still aim fo po-pos on the range
In case you didnt know dog my "motives loco" like a train

hahaha.....CHEA Hitchcock, the coroner give up for the man

WHO?! Wanna get it in a sec and become the next statistic on the net, and tell me
WHO?! Wanna try they luck, and turned into a pile of stuff, Nigga let me know
WHO?! Wanna bang at the East Coast, like we aint gon let that heat roast, please tell me
WHO?! Wanna step to Hitchcock, and merked from the first when the clips pop
Point em out nigga
WHO?
WHO?
WHO?


ok ok ok ok ok
I dont even see you clowns
Infa-red on the scope, tell scotty to beam you down(DAMN)
Im still duckin from the P.O.'s clown
And you know i stay wit a couple Eagles like T.O. clown
I dont mind who hot
Cuz yall like Friday movies, you get worse every time you drop
I could knock you down, one pound at a time
My lyric's so deep that you could drown in my lines
If ya talk trash, you gon see them things spray
And get kicked out this rap park like Free and A.J. (Ouch)
Most niggas..., dont even mean what they say
Wit out the alphabet you'd never even seen an A-K
Im cookin hot, yall recipe's mild
Throw a grenade and split ya group like Destiny's Child
You niggas can be angels for free
Cuz its like x-box, you'd look good wit a "Halo 2" me....hahaha

LET ME KNOW WHO?
WHO?
WHO?
WHO?

I run this shit mayne, dont get offended get offensive, thats my motto....its +ON-TOP+ records.....shouts to the S.W.A.T Team....no gimmicks man lets do this

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Open Mic's

Lick Shots=Hitchcock feat Paul Cain and The Sick One
Opposite of Cold= The Cartel
Dear Others=Hitchcock
Kill That Static=Hitchcock