still got that key to the city uh uh uh j u the hot shit to hot to fall i m too ahead of my time kid i stop for y all in a drunk mind state i bomb kuwait i m so ill i raise the dead when i rhyme at wakes from the moment that my first verse caught your head years later you ll be buggin off the thoughts i said now i m lampin on the street with my foot on the curb give me the illest concept and i can put it in words analog mics are used to record the subliminal pro tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital flow cool juice ll do the mic something pitiful for me you re gonna need a million gigabytes minimal niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough but start hangin up when they cell minutes are low i m toed back off of a couple guinnesses though i ll have people passin out before i finish the show now you feelin insecure when i grin at yo ho i had her ass in the air kid chin on the flo now you tryin to spend your dough so your women ll know i m still juice but big panik put the gin in the flow now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status juice hold belts in all the fuckin weight classes i m anti sobriety i try to stay tipsy i move at the speed of light blink you missed me from the midwest to the west and all sides of the u s feeling buddah blessed no matter how it goes we fresh cause you can have a scantron and still can t test the best from the east coast to the west the best sides of the u s feeling buddah blessed no matter how it goes we fresh cause you can have a scantron and still can t test the best i was told by the council to lead the new millinium one ounce ll have your skin chippin like a pentium 3 processor nobody floss fresher my style very day to day like a cross dresser juice at the club your whore i macked her she forgot she had a man until the morning after bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured she said comparin us was like before and after juice bust em out flush em out what s the fuss about i kick lines other cats can only cuss about they say juice is on the lose have you seem him i m day and night and every hour between em i m on some mary j shit nigga this is my life tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry ice so having any thoughts about winnin me god is like tryin to save a game without a memory card and in case you didn t know i m paid to hijack your motorcade try to wave to the crowd i m blowin off your shoulder blade your chance to live is at a very low percentage your so close to death that you can see your own image a amateur lost to a professional now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to i need no remorse i had to diminish em in mortal kombat i had the crowd screamin finish him  