ain't nobody messin' with me when i grip the pen
i'm the ille-illest shit to hit this city in a min'
i'm the bombay? sippin on gin
sleeping on me dummy? it's time to get your second wind
i've been winning for a minute
you're not on your second win
you reckon that i'm wreckin' it
i reckon that you're checkin' me out
youngin in the game so they tell me i'm developin'
hell if i'ma stay irrelevant
to these unintelligent benedicts
acting like they know rap and they invented it
wanna be a hip-hop head? then get ahead of it
hater stay the hell out of my element
you ain't getting none of it
this is my town and i'm runnin' it
they wouldn't be holy with a nun in it
mess with me and it's a recipe for me to teach a lesson
g i'll go ahead and pull it bang!
that's your girl that your cussin' out
you're mad she's at my show to see what all the fuss about
front row in that shirt that she's busting out
that'll teach you to trust a ho
keep those clothes on your shelf
drop it to the floor baby
yeah i'm just living life and enjoying it
staying sucker free and it works like i'm employing it
i just take a beat and ride it better than the herbs
get it through your thick head
don't tie me to wack dudes 'cause i'm not them
gon' tie me to my crew 'cause i got them
and i'm the emcee that ya slept on
better get up or expect to be stepped on
i'm prepped with a pep in my step now
what you know about the kid who spits spherical lyrical circles
guess i'll be the hare in this race
you got hair in your face
i don't need a scrabble board to put a square in his place
you got a chip on your shoulder and got an ape on your back
i got my city on my shoulder and a cape on my back
you wanna step to superman
i got a message for you hacks
you ain't messing with shaq