akshon (yeah!)
killer mike
yeah! killer keeps it honest
cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell
enough to make a black ghost turn pale
this is the name that came to alter the game
not like these rappers who spit it the same
separate lames from they chain
i'm totally focused on beating up tracks
monsterous music to beat in your 'lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
lean to da left if you burning a sac
baby got back and its in baby phat
pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat
i'm hittin all kittens meowing like that
i like the front but i'm loving the back
i like to bite and i'm hoping she scratch
escalade dipping i'm holding the lane
mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
snapping & trappin and rappin & frappin all night
lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
ill wit a pill she handle it right
the smallest thing on the team
cocked loaded bust like a gun
grinding and hustling and getting at mine
swerving and token and grippin on pine
woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
brand new shoes and socks on the chevy
i came through swerving like this
ducking you lames and obstacles
don't get that ass in a hospital
wrapped in a cast from head to toe
racing those candy sevilles through dixie hills
my car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
first round pick like michael vick
quarterback status throw passes at chicks
santana moss when catching the ball
get it? like moss she catches the ball
perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
and i'm equipped with nitros y'all
ready to tear through your city and tour
took the whole world and murdered that shit!
caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
later for now i'm hustling hits
flipping my words like bricks
that new-new! that new-new!