chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
they not ready - they don't know what's comin man!
oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here
y'all ain't ready for this
y'all ain't ready for none of this!
and we invadin the streets
make unclever rappers scurred
i flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
you can't help but nod your head to the track
fuck the watered down rap
give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
playin the role and you plannin to fold
we got the planet on hold
we all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
everything that i be spittin is strong
fast forward through the rest of the song
that's gonna ruin your plan
and don't fuck with john cena - i'm a bad
with the mic in my hands i'm a bad man
even in a fight with the hands i'm a bad man
livin in the streets all my life i'm a bad man
we devils - rockin ambient levels
we set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
and i think it's funny you choose
or runnin in place; we makin moves
i rip rappers and take responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date
creep through side streets
looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
i got knee-slappin tracks
you a rhyme writer - funny man
you ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote
i flood tracks like cracks in boats
and pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat
turn up the microphone and feed me i'm a beast
mc's and they beats is what i eat
16 i'll leave you in the street
my rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion
is fuckin with your chosen flows
my hands'll break your nose like mikey tyson
and i shake up the room one time
your face is a coat type raw
and the blood and snot they mix
my love is cop them bricks
you soft and you really ain't a problem
357 long nose revolve you
and i want you to say hello to the bad