back in the days i never snatched pocket books i just snatch ya mind up with the flow and the hook that s right be on alert coming faster corny mc s body snatcher with the rapture dismember ya body like i was a raptor tuck ya eyes out so you can t see my laughter don t care how many gold and platinum plaques you got i put my foot in your ass up in the spot a beast break necks that s right you couldn t sit through i m bone crushing on the mic like a pitbull foamin at the mouth ferocious to start again rockin hardbody cardigen with the timberlands p f drop the beat afu drop the grammar was swift with the gift old school like cold bangers the five mic slangin head bangin chitty chitty bang bangin name your whole rap crew like i m gang bangin you ain t no gangsta rapper you se an amateur i seen you back in the days they used to laugh at ya you ain t no gangsta nigga you just a poser i grab the mic and do it like it s supposed ta you ain t no gangsta nigga you just a wanksta i schooled you back in the days you just a prankster you ain t no gangsta rapper you se an amateur i saw you back in the days they used to laugh at ya am i brothers keeper don t get swept beneath the rug stomp these posers out like they water bugs tired of these rappers with these ice mugs clamining that they spitting slugs but they spitting duds tired of these fake thugs that s lighter than feathers with all that nonsense they puttin together screaming murder murder i thought they would of learned from biggie and 2pac that you can bring to life what you spittin in your art you ain t no gangsta nigga you se a wanksta i schooled you back in the days you just a pranksta you ain t no gangsta rapper you se an amateur i saw you back in the days they used to laugh at ya it s mr spectacular tacular bout to swat that ass out the sky like he gammara the flex of ego on your little pedestool in front of your people now what you wanna do  you can t stop this hard rock rock ready to rock this i got lyrical ability to bring ya hot shit i swat so many cats it s raining birds cause i m cold as ice forget the ice in ya watch kid spit more flames than the back of a rocket mic check one two linin up my targets i be the mad man in front of the cam that be stealing ya fans yup up on the red carpet make more connections than nextel ring the bell on first connection make ya fucking lips swell make more noise than a terrorist attack i m dangerous like anthrax my voice burn up the wax against the way i put my self up on the map i m a dope mc i put the squeeze on the dope tracks body care free on the dope tracks a hundred round banana clip leave you where you at 