whoa yeah yeah mr complex tony hawk style yeah we gon do it like from the underground from the underground from the ground yo uh who is it that spits fire but doesn t smoke weed who s about to take it all but not overcome by greed it s complex wit mr in front i ll bust your blister if you front if it s a trickster what you want check the reflectable glass cause in a second i ll just be busting yo ass change your outlook out the book take off your head you try to go off your head i ll shook shock your world like a carefree curl or rock shock your mind like a south road girl wit a razor in her teeth i see ya and i just raise your beef two cows no bluffin this way bitch ass whatchu gonna do now you change the sheets fluff the pillow made the bed now lay it it til you re dead and decay in it til the neighbors discovers the smell and yell what the fuck is that funking smell funking smell yo we run it down from the we run it down from the we run it down from the this is how we do it from the up what here you go there you go you know you gotta get outta my face quicker than that he s vomiting all over the place he s about to die but note i m lyrically sicker than that i need bed rest i mma queens cat wit a brooklyn address wit a queen size mat tress where i do more fuckin than sleepin on it see i mma never fall off see i be keepin on it optune time tunes in i m leapin on it hip hop is the hunt i m the hunter creepin on it i got it and i flaunt it like birds can fly i set your mental to instrumental you can murder by in your mental once you step out of that your sent thru dimensions not mentionable i m pinchin to pull doberman pinchers and i m henchin them in you to snap at your buttocks so be cool b boy and uprock top this pop lock to this we run it down from the we run it down from the we run it down from the this is how we do it from the up what  i kno you got a lot of shit on your mind especially when you just got that lil itty bitty mind so i must remind you like everytime my rhymes are not somethin you should take lightly hold this fold fist fight me like roy keep up jones tones bones microphones i destroy so enjoy you know you like your livelihood all corrupted up you know you like your neighborhood all fucked up everything bootleg all the way down to your ankle i ll lyrically spank you but i m not tryin ta turn you on thank you welcome no you re not don t even come around dumb around i kno you rhyme don t even hum around don t beatbox nuttin just zip up your lip i m cuttin you off like pitbull tails i sit through whales of tales from all kinds of sharks and fish eyed fools i don t percolate in your circulation i just piss in your pool yo we run it down from the i ll gun you down from the you hear that thunder sound from the this is how we do it form the up 