so far downtown the devil's gonna call it underground

and niggaz betta know the fuckin score

cuz I'm raw, like eddy,

and like confetti they get tore

up, from the floor, up,

there's no time

and my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as I rhyme

so run run run, ya better head for the hills

get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills

and a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists

cuz I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle this

ummm, highly explosive, material

grand imperial, pour me on cereal

cuz I flow from the belly of a cow

wipe ya brow, how ya like me now





You can get with this, or you can get with that

but you can't get with the man with the mad snap hat

I take em out with one blow to the cerebellum

and tell 'em, my jams are so funky you can smell 'em

rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go

i come from brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle