make you go soul for soul over mic control kid you can touch me with a ten foot pole and i even made the devil sell me his jewels he was out to cold mock me and play you for fools kid you know the rules must be smoking super cool try to dis me on the low got to be a psycho that s alright though you know you won t see me shaking i m out to the blow the spot on who s real and who s faking who s giving who s taking who s living who s starving dis me on the mic it s time for headstone carving and epitaph writing i strike you like lightning dissolve you like powder so turn it up louder go on pump the wattage get the cheese buy a cottage i like mean streets i like spanish freaks i like korean bar b que i like old school beats cause chorus and i m sick of all the shit that s dropping and i m tired of all the lip that s popping and all the wack attitudes people copping i m only tryin to get a few heads bobbing it go bang bang boogie i m sick like a loogie i m wiser than bud i m thicker than blood i m moldin in time moldin from the divine how could you be so bold to think that you ll take mine i m cash like johnny it s the highway man and i m walkin this line the best way i can with my farmer s tan and my bloodshot eyes i ain t body no one i ain t dropped no pies with the mothers from the gutters i m bout to explode and blow the spot for now but the gun he ll roll like artillery shells been from heaven to hell and i m say a little prayer for every rapper that fell cause chorus