[Verse 1: Webb]
I'm money-hungry for six or seven digit salaries
Plus I split crews in two like multiple personalities
I drop verses in chronological order and get ill with the flow like a physcotic mental disorder
I bring it to you raw like I did time out-of-state
With more rhymes than inner cities district attorneys got court dates
I'll question your character witness and rip him to pieces verbally
And after the trial, I guarantee [?] want to murder me
No need to discuss it, if your head gets thrown, I'll bus it
Like Russell with his management gone, I'll proceed to rush it
Bus it, flush it down the drain and out the picture
I prophesize and write my rhymes in scrolls like pyroscriptures
With one incision I'll cut your crew in 3 sections
That's why niggas be on a dick like they got [?] connections
There's two sides to every story, so don't be fooled by the cover
I'm wrecking the mic with the rhymes and deliver flows like your mother
And I'll be spiritual with the lyrical material like a Christian
Treat rhyming is a sport and I could fuck out of competition
Fuck around, God, and get that ass slammed like a sumo
I'm coming for your dome with a twenty-four karat microphone
Act up, then all of the sudden you might become accident prone
Come out the wood work, flip and go berserk
I hijack the enterprise and leave the galaxy with Captain Kirk
'Cause I deliver through snowstorms and blizzards
I slither like one of the Five Deadly Venoms called Lizard
So who wants to bring it to my neighborhood?
Don't sleep--I'll have my girl run your nigga for his goods
I'm money-hungry for six or seven digit salaries
Plus I split crews in two like multiple personalities
I drop verses in chronological order and get ill with the flow like a physcotic mental disorder
I bring it to you raw like I did time out-of-state
With more rhymes than inner cities district attorneys got court dates
I'll question your character witness and rip him to pieces verbally
And after the trial, I guarantee [?] want to murder me
No need to discuss it, if your head gets thrown, I'll bus it
Like Russell with his management gone, I'll proceed to rush it
Bus it, flush it down the drain and out the picture
I prophesize and write my rhymes in scrolls like pyroscriptures
With one incision I'll cut your crew in 3 sections
That's why niggas be on a dick like they got [?] connections
There's two sides to every story, so don't be fooled by the cover
I'm wrecking the mic with the rhymes and deliver flows like your mother
And I'll be spiritual with the lyrical material like a Christian
Treat rhyming is a sport and I could fuck out of competition
Fuck around, God, and get that ass slammed like a sumo
I'm coming for your dome with a twenty-four karat microphone
Act up, then all of the sudden you might become accident prone
Come out the wood work, flip and go berserk
I hijack the enterprise and leave the galaxy with Captain Kirk
'Cause I deliver through snowstorms and blizzards
I slither like one of the Five Deadly Venoms called Lizard
So who wants to bring it to my neighborhood?
Don't sleep--I'll have my girl run your nigga for his goods
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