as salamu alaykum it s the rap jack tatum i break backs on rap cats who fabricatin you re just a worker why s your boss hatin talkin bullshit get lost in translation nerds makin the game lame you birds fakin i will smack your fuckin head off verbatim line for line rhyme for rhyme i will end your fuckin career with this 9 of mine all my life i ve been quick with the drama i m at peace now ever since a nigga took his shahada so my raps is so groovy bald head and big beard i m so sunni 50 emcees put em in a line get 50 more thugs with they hand on a 9 it ll take 50 more before i go for mine buck 50 cross the face for niggas thinkin they rhyme it s nothin to end your life pf tone toca and kimbo price p yeah man that s what i m talking about 50 emcees homeboy yo guilt whatup tho peace to tony toca landlord record heat and then i put it out like the only smoker disrespect i ll fold your soldiers i got it made like i m bonin oprah i got your number fuck a motorola i buck a loaded toaster burn bread and turn heads to coma dosers comatose you ll sleep well i m conniving like my dog in d12 i m surviving obese style like beats well me fail never let your face wrinkle up pop you then come back and wet the same spot up like sprinklers you want war don t think of us soon as you do we shoot at your crew then it s back at my spot with a beautiful view this is livin for me but music for you simpson writes flagrant statements heater on my waist still scrapes the pavement assault rifle like a limo truck i don t a r put your demos up and get me the cash flow i muay thai rappers and call em collabos catch a knee to the face you can sleep in a lake or hand over the keys to the safe