a doggz day afternoon

yeah! straight up 9-5!

kurupt the motherfuckin kingpin

dat nigga daz

creepin and crawlin through your hood

smokin

loccin

provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff

wuz happenin?

in the dead of winter is when i kick my coldest phrases

mentalest telepathy

lyrically it amazes

constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine

an expert when i flex rhymes feared like ex-cons

in my zone you can't even find like atlantis

stalk like a prayin mantis

leavin battered bodies on the canvas

the burial ground for clowns

open casket

trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds

tragic how the mic gets handled

prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal

the scramble like randall abusive when i recite on the stage

double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic

now can i grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known

to blow the mind of michelangelo's poems

clones get crushed like stones

i forbid

for rusty motherfuckers to be actin like they all in

with the click got checks that shit

and once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit

i create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers

amps are blown

shown for me to grab the microphone alone

like jodeci

notice-see ya self needs help

the homie style got the strap on deck

don't neglect the fact i can make you or break you

awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes

now the paper is made

now don't think twice

niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight

now well well

now welcome where the ballers dwell

another day

another dollar

blueberry to sell

i makes that fast cash

hmm dat nigga daz

i'm quicker ta out slick ya

blast in half

dpg eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin

motherfuck surrenderin; who

what

when

let's tear shit the fuck up

the homies coolin while you an' ya chest get fuckin blue an'

provoke us

survey with the superior focus

i'm that nigga like daz

crooked as scoliosis

s'impossible to survive on my arrival when i arrive

it's left to ya instict of survival

mashin

cashing in chips i gotta loose sadistic sick mind

they define it i'm mentally sick

and batter

it doesn't matter when ya into it

ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded

i just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted

empty

tempt me

simply ya get shot

ya forgot i'm down to empty out my clip on ya block

stop let the whole place evacuate

wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates

duck-down

kurupt clowns niggas daily

hos can't play me

observe i serve those that betray me

i ain't never seen a joint that i couldn't light

and i ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight

i ain't never seen a g that would go for that

especially when he knows tha dogg pound got his back

i ain't never seen a game that did multiply

we gettin kinda deep

yeah the crew and i

and who am i?

and who am i?

that crazy motherfucker from the dpg

do or die!