yo these cats all talkin' about
motherfucker's don't run shit
ya'll wanna battle? let's go!
there's pictures of they asses with price tags on ebay
deja vu the matrix must be havin' glitches
i could have sworn i just smashed these short bitches
you need to look up to me cause right now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is
this club is like iraq you the u.s. you need to leave
battle kris? please i'll blaze two guns
have yo ass lookin' like saddam's two sons
you look like some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 mile
now pull up your pride neo
did it have anything to do with the mic i speak through?
well now you fucked poop out
through your face and your gut
waive the glock in your boy face like what
i'll smash you and your man
that's why i got to double pump
so i could buck buck buck buck you up
i'm lookin' for where hip hop's next land is at
first thing you get hit with is a panic attack
now you wonderin' why you even said all that
you could've left krs-one way in the back
with his conscious raps and his old school tracks
i'm the same guy that spit out you must learn"