and the guitar s on there do this emcee s no time out it s time to rhyme out you dug your own grave now you must climb out dig out crawl out hide from the fallout cause when i get mad i go all out ice cooler than the coldest cube dude and when i m micin boy i m known to get rude criminal background it s time to get down i use a silencer don t like the loud sound of my mic blast you better run fast the last punk that popped junk passed spit on his grave laughed jumped in my stretch signed his bitch an autograph syndicate boy i don t fool out you re full grown school s out you try to diss i think you better cool out cause your butt is smoke if we ever duel out this jam is directed to all of those who expected for me to cold be rejected but now i m highly respected and now their ears are infected with dollar signs i collected jealous punks i said it take it personal personal personal take it personal punk i m talkin to you and if they agree with you then your crew too i never diss an emcee i wish em all good luck but if you diss me to my face duck my style don t ramble you shouldn t gamble with your grill i got a fist like an anvil i write a record lock it on the topic evil and iz dog the track then we drop it record stores rock it stock it fans buy it people that never heard of ice t try it then you try to diss you got gall i got gold on my neck and gold on my wall gold in my fingers gold in my ear when this jam s spinnin gold s what you hear toy this ain t christimas no time to play i ain t no child punk you ll get sprayed illin on a mega villain you must want a pine box to go chill in buried deep creep no one will weep cause the next night with your bitch i ll sleep  take it personal personal personal i ain t east coast west coast new style or old style you wanna know about me check police files get out my face or you might have a bruised one brass knuckle prints yes i used some i ain t here to boast i don t do that when i talk it s straight dope pure facts i rock hard but still called a new jack but talk shit you re sure to get head cracked i don t drink or smoke or do dumb drugs but my posse s still labeled street thugs lapd s got all my boy s mugs can t use my phone for the damn bugs i live in privacy don t like suckers hawking me news reporters some think they can talk for me lies misquotes changin all my words around but if i catch em on the street they ll get beat down they get money for hype type publicity they don t think twice about dissin me but that s a mistake with the syndicate you shouldn t mess i hope those punk reporters wear vests take that personal personal personal now the words i speak to some may sound radical but i ll explain it s simply mathematical you diss i diss this is creates an equal you reply to my diss this is called a sequel i reply to your diss this is called a battle not intelligent not very adult so i don t battle i just put heads out a straight line is always the direct route i write clear to leave no doubt don t even have to say who i m speakin about you know who you are you just jealous cause you hear my records are million sellers try to say i m wack out on the streets while your whole crew is jockin my beats see me on tv and in the papers see me at a jam catch vapors personal this shit is personal personal personal personal personal