yo reggie uh d e f squad muddy waters don t get it twisted nigga ayo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched fuck such and such i roll tight like handcuffs rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques i beez that freak of the week like i made knee deep hold up rotate around the solar madder than cobra composure never sleeps my stream pumps folgers i m sautein mc s with fried rice up in the wok without the msg and chopped celery see i made it my flavor situated from the nickel plated mic that s hot to leave your brain inflated plus i m thick like quakers on papers bodacious mc s get turned to lower cases lettering and the medicine that i m swallowin get you hollerin like marvin gaye when his father shot him in the chest i roll with two stacks of tecs and mad niggas in sets that ll roll up in your rest uhh mister fantastic s crafted off that 50 sack of ass kick when i m blasted my mathematics get drastic that you can t see with bifocals watchin mc s go up and down like stock brokers i leave your brains on tilt with ill skills that s milk that s rougher than jeans that gloria vanderbilt i m poppin mad shit plus i can back it your man ll be like yo get that dust off yo jacket it ain t a test or quiz that my squad can win those who know the biz know we rap kids get biz you ll digest multiple stab wounds to the chest then i copycat kill the rest with no method to my madness bless the apparatus with the baddest determined to be the last man standing on the planet you ll get attached like a blood sucking leech when you fall into my rhythm of speech your ears get embraced with a touch of the bass head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace rough rhyme mechanical lyrical at it who will ironically chronically murder you and your crew my objective the way i live is kinda primitive see i get to the bottom of the problem and make shit give step in the jam hooded and high plastered the master cast to the masses grabs the mic ten dollar rappers is what l o d goes after to my squad there s no matches we mashes do photo flashes in all flavor s classes bomb attack on wax lyrical mini mac to your back tie you up throw you in the ac a public figure who walks around with a jaded jigger cause i gives a fuck about another nigga word up  muddy waters yo this is the way that my intro should go drunk slow funk flow for reggie noble fuck with me doe mally g doe it s not logic playing that big shit get broke down microscopic bring it back keep the track ringing with the bassline it s major when you savor my flavor can you taste mine face the nine i lace your spine with short fat pace around and round avoiding the time to put it down now s the time here yeah gangsta so called killin cap peelin playalistic i mean is all that shit realistic play your cards god black keep your hand held tight nightfall might call your life shit is trife on these evil streets after dark niggas gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk new day seriously this whole shit s twisted it s me bombin on these niggas shitlisted mally g open your eyes to see recognize who be a g hopin to rise in thee industry with e the villain s at it cause i had it killin my psychosomatic pattern rhythmatic y all know uhh yeah muddy waters we out for 97 word up peace1