i m like jesus to you rapping to me is like breathing to you in second nature but someone had to teach it to you the flow is hard like a roman statue i m in the zone like tony rome holdin chrome go in the back you you re goin one on one with vinnie paz a chubby ghini with a mini mag gimme henny slimmy bag and that s why aotp is tied sick cuz ya ll ya ll all overrated like mike vick an ice pick through you re fuckin frontal lobe jedi mind and outerspace about to run the globe so you should be prepared cause it s apocalyptic i ll be the first one on the battlefield to cock a biscuit you in on the statistic just a mother fuckin crab rapper lyin on the floor why did i get stabbed rapper and ya ll are old enough to see pingeon it s vinnie pazienza with my mother fuckin cousin dtop we don t aim to please we in the squeeze just to break your knees leave you cryin like a bitch if you don t take it ease leave you dyin like the snitch just to quick the ease i d expect numerous nights movin the mics adrenaline rush move to the left move to the right so much henny backstage i started losin my sight so don t run me up with no dumb shit the fuel ignites venomous spray sixteens headin your way and if i want you dead in june you surrender in may black guys and black moons when we enter the stage these feral bones break forever and forever decay the catacomb could pretend that this couldn t weather the storm i m in the zone tough as leather where content is the swarm if it s my home it s whatever let the weapons be drawn i let your dome be the center of a traitorous poan ya ll ain t close to clever so watch your words or ya ll goin to be exposed forever as a knocked out herb ya ll fake pussy pomes ya ll got a lot of nerves open your mouths once again you re gonna eat the curb fuck it we don t aim to please we in the squeeze just to break your knees leave you cryin like a bitch if you don t take it ease leave you dyin like the snitch just to quick the ease outerspace ya ll are like bitches i talk vicious your walk switches and everything you spit is foul my shit s ridiculous nigga every word disturbed from the hood to the burbs all my thoughts absurd that s why we chalk up herbs every syllable makin them pull their skirt up rhymes is like rims i poke em out into the curb up son you better roll when i m rappin every of straight bullet you bitches are straight tap dancin we get it crackin like coke back in the 70s it s 2005 nigga crack open the hennas now we allowed to say and do whatever so whenever you want it bring it nigga we do it better and the reason that i know you a prostitute you snitched sold your soul and it wasn t for a lot of loot i gotta boot and it fit in your ass truly you re as planetary put your flags at half mass  we don t aim to please we in the squeeze just to break your knees leave you cryin like a bitch if you don t take it ease leave you dyin like the snitch just to quick the ease 