lyrical wizardry dances on mc s like murray on sc s never flaunt now motherfuckers come test me burnin everybody hotter than torches at jamaican parties far from angels niggas can t see me like charlie style weak hardly don t let the wacked pursue you like marley jm clique moves in packs like whities on harleys niggas get injured fucked do in 40 fingers got bitches by bike by bussin glocks off a ninjas klep don t give three shits to flip scripts dismiss bullets from clips leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips bitch so if you test me shit gets messy bustin 38 speci outta paper bags like joe pesci yo you know the tune make sure bitches don t eat when it s time to shit out them coke balloons bocked up the ninja when it got shady now i got grown ladies bustin 380 s outta e class mercedes hurry the fuck up bitch get on there they go right there dot them niggas mc s get cut like glass cut like class rag tagged and crash hemp bags come save dat ass who wanna get broke the fuck up tell me freakin vocabulary like chinese and spellin bees t p e l k held to reflect a device es the nicest jesus christ it s junior mafioso niggas get torn off head to torso bullets evacuated out windows from heckler and koch p7 inmates extra 380 on a string round my neck cause feds check the waist no time to waste grab the loot and escape before next break heads are clockin private eyes are watchin nigga caught up in the hustle fuck flippin packages and tyin up minx and rings i bubble trouble s what i look for in stores on expensive floors beelin boots is essence bookin pelle s in my drawers armani gianni versace v2 lost count o all the little sections me and mans ran through it ain t hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a fuckin retard lyrically i come off like ink alarms got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms niggas couldn t see me with closed circuit tv tryin to peep my steez like dt s i get over like i m fifteen  i m fifteen what fuck you soundin like that nigga from night court loose my cuffs i m outta here mc s be fake like toupes so i transplant implant my fist to their face makin their skin raise soundwaves disrupted they fucked kid earholes blood erupted but that ain t nuttin the best is yet to come mc s get strung like heads on drums they don t be knowin what i m knowin flowin like i m flowin makin motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 boeings obnoxious beef squashers face to face niggas get wet up like galoshes on klep s place due to hard times sayin prayers committin crimes sick minds don t care rockin parties from front to rear brains engulfed by ferocious thoughts it s on runnin up on big with lex with napkins doused with chloroform livin in a world where you do what you must if preachers be robbin niggas who the fuck can you trust 