yo im the illest to step to the planet/
when i come thru ya town ya get left in a panic/
its expected to plan it but nah its jus a keystyle/
n i got that key style to leave emcees piled/
in a fuckin trash heap n slap freaks on they ass cheeks/
and any past beef i cooked seasoned n ate/
and that jus maybe the reason ya hate/
come thru ya house at dinner start eatin ya plate/
and the dessert nobodys keepin the cake/
and that could be a robbery line about snatchin money/
but half the dudes that do that money rap is dummys/
nut splashin tummys of all the fine chickys/
my dick be like ripleys when i jizz free/
and u cant get me cuz im unreachable/
i could keep goin but im done teachin you/
some speak it true but those are the unheard/
like all the emcees from the three one third/
like royce n marv my voice is charred/
from spittin fire with my poisonous bars/
fuck boyz n the hood n boy like boys n the yard/
skippin thru flowers im strippin dudes power/
but fuck my fingers hurt now so i may as well stop/
but ill still keep murderin beats until im in jail caught/
ahh iono, jus felt like rhymin