i m chill master nell of a thousand mc s but how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies cause these days everyone wanna deal with a record company they go home they write a rhyme they think they ready to battle wyclef some write forward some write backward i wait for them to get jiggy then catch em in reverse yo with a verse that s worse than the last one some say boof even though you used to diss jamaicans and haitians cause you thought i was american ay pras remember that song they sang but now we boof baf the knuckles with the tranzlator crew laaaaa i m from the island the island i m from is the strong island mc s must be wacked when i syke from lack of freestylin mind must be sharp until my holler girl i get all in black stylin wildin boof ll be trappin when they come to battery sound see they shoes flappin huh coolin while i m rappin another son gonna die if a boy just come try another son gonna die if a boy just come try said if you write with pencil you must write with if you have a rooster you must have a five plus five you know that equals to then spite the yellow man check it two one two one syke i throw a flow go catch it back she throw before the track miss can our style go to wreck this static  aiyyo i used to drive a hooptie check me now snoopy rollin with the jones but i prefer home alone see life s got no value if i ain t got no statue hannibal heads i be the kid from timbuktu simply means yo check the mic i m ready means the armies of god with uzi s so what came first man the chicken or the hoodie if the hoodie came first then mans name would be nancy so kill the jesse james rough step back check your stance i ll let you feel me like the chi chi woo woo boogie man you say non violence but you re silence of the lambs and when i call your name i say candyman candyman candyman another son gonna die if a boy just come try another son gonna die if a boy just come try well i m on fire fire fire so let me re light your viacom and let you enter the the elec tronic and let you enter the the elec tronic and let you enter the the elec tronic and let you enter the the elec tronic all that movin i call my nozzle you see i was an electronic you listen to your in chime your panasonic ly ly ly lyrical uh the di di di digital pras take the mic man you know you re really critical stall mc s soft put em up for ah death row rhyme and cultural style and never old slap a priest fool ooh you re filth swolled i say no to spliff coolin it somebody chuck me a coolin it coolin it coolin it somebody chuck me a hold the mic hold the mic hold the mic i shoot em down with my last one last one last one last one i got my bullet proof and now to send my bozack another son gonna die if a boy just come try another son gonna die if a boy just come try this rap goes for the brothers in the neighborhood who used to rap on a polaroid here comes father joe let me clock the block as i pull fo five boof baf i cut the block but got stopped i used to play hookie just to see how good an mc was he said i bust a battle aight i still took a gun no cheeba cheeba just a libra on a natural high i waited so long to come out i died and came back to life so hear the spirits many fear us a new style son this the new thing under the sun when i come i come bam bam alakazam he grabbed the pocket book they ran i came back with the bag cause that s my momma man i m just patrollin boof baf on the block but the spot that i clock you get shot if your numbers are bad so don t get caught in the fast lane the fast lane and just remain yourself and be the same cause many rappers these days say nuttin for nuttin so here s somethin um to take you from the am to the pm cause an imitator could never be greater than the creator whose the originator step up perpetrator see you later alligator back stabbin traitor tape recorder duplicator roughly ridin with the head tranzlator huh and leave the 40 to be naughty in the frigerator another son gonna die if a boy just come try another son gonna die if a boy just come try another son gonna die if a boy just come try another son gonna die if a boy just come try say gun man say tell me where you get your damn gun from you musta get it from the foreign land we want to shoot up the whole of babylon pay the man to rhyme onto it say gun man say tell me where you get your damn gun from you musta get it from the foreign land you want to kill your own brother man ay ay ay what cha cah bad bwoy mi ah tell ya bad bwoy dem a buss shot an all dem a talk an all dem ah chat grab the 9mm an wi arm up di glock an all dem a talk cah trust mi dem cyaa stop gi mi di mic becah mi got to di max tell di wul ah dem mi ah di cream ah di crop pull up an nuh mek mi aguh nice up di spot pussy look good cah mi wicked an hot fry cook try test mi an put on some pac 9mm got di gun got di glock 1