[00:31.89]I end careers, years[00:32.83]Pierce ears fierce with spears[00:34.33]They say I'm gifted[00:35.30]Get lifted like the beers in Cheers[00:36.90]Catch a thunder bolt[00:38.10]Pockets stay lump from hundred notes[00:39.80]Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat[00:42.15]Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's[00:43.97]It feel as ill[00:45.07]As concealing drills in the knee caps[00:46.77]Your funny style get three snaps[00:48.25]In the circle when off the purple and greens[00:50.50]I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel[00:52.20]Then I murk you[00:53.21]Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target[00:55.76]I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet[00:58.20]Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you[01:00.91]I'll appear clearer[01:01.90]Extend both arms and pull you nearer[01:03.71]Pound for pound[01:04.67]I'm, pretty live on the mic[01:05.76]And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25[01:08.61]Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price[01:11.72]I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice[01:13.92]Grin is sarcastic[01:15.28]The way my pen'll spark acid on the bar[01:17.38]Whether in the crib or the car, blast it[01:20.04]Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher[01:22.44]While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher[01:25.15]Or the Terminator[01:26.74]Flow is harder[01:27.49]Than a German major midterm paper[01:29.10]The kid burns the saber[01:30.36]Striking cats, how you want it[01:32.16]Gats, spike or bats[01:33.20]I know you liking that[01:34.12]Stay sharper than Viking hats[01:35.48]Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish[01:38.18]Bitches vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss[01:40.79]El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam[01:43.58]Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine[01:46.19]Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us[01:48.63]You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish[01:51.50]You met your death and although[01:53.23]I took away your breath and I ran[01:54.69]I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto[02:03.15][02:18.20]You little bitches can't touch me baby[02:19.80]Okay, maybe Jay-Z or maybe not[02:22.91]Pardon if I sound lazy[02:24.21]I've been puffing crazy[02:25.62]Writing Puff's shit so mother****er **** you, pay me[02:28.37]Or lay down in your feces[02:29.84]My guns talk, I'm speechless[02:31.69]My Pen's that Teller[02:33.14]I bends that fella, now peep this[02:34.58]I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with[02:37.19]Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split[02:39.65]He's sick, I'm sick[02:40.66]I'm sick of how sick[02:42.01]He is, he's sick of how sick me, is me, baby me[02:44.77]Sickest in the D, since the Slim Shady LP[02:48.50]I can ****, that's what ladies tell me[02:50.30]83 I was ****ing, I was six[02:52.70]Head in my momma's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit[02:55.62]Back into my rhyme again, bitches call me arrogant[02:58.22]That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen[03:00.93]Three deals later[03:02.12]Three meals later, tryna win[03:03.68]About to be signed again, that's right I'm bout to clown again[03:06.22]Knock, knock, who is that[03:07.57]It's the cat that'll snap[03:08.97]Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat[03:11.63]Ha ha ha[03:12.28]I'm back, matter of fact I've never left[03:14.39]Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it[03:17.01]Haters left this[03:18.17]Boy no choice but to blow[03:19.66]**** another ho from on another pole, **** a show[03:22.22]**** a flow, I'm about getting money fast[03:24.87]While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow[03:27.62]Ice glow, sticky green[03:28.93]Bush on sicky team[03:30.32]Capone, put powerful white boy, wicked cream[03:32.82]Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line[03:35.48]Nickel Nine, been around, bitches you would kneel around[03:38.22]From Milan to Iran I'm a don[03:40.23]Now when I'm around bitches calming down, eating like it's Ramadan