I hits you hard kids, you're barred from the mic and

Rhymes kick like Pele, rough like a dyke and

Praise me, Masta, off beat, the healer

Rap style's deisel like an 18-wheeler

So get that weak style out of my path

I'm turbo, I drop lines long like Nostran Ave.

So danger, I'm burning from Monday to Sunday

I'm hot like some niggas 10 deep in a Hyndai

So make way, I drop mad heavy like the Fridge

I'm sacking, you're wack and you're over like the bridge

This little rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it

I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the bucket

You know (I know) You know (I know)

You know, you know, well yo follow where I go

Jane, stop this crazy thing if I sing

Some love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king

And be seen on the covers of like 27 books

But I'm too proud to beg, so suck this, you crooks

You're only as good as your last jam, it's true

Your shit's new, everybody wants an interview

But then, oh how quick they forget

With no hit, they like "Who's that?" They full of shit

And straight up, my patience is starting to wear short

I'm gonna land blows like your head was an airport

Say cheese you theif, let me see your teeth