"Oh nothin just talkin to myself...

Amit says he wants to do it, well I guess we gotta do it

Practice till my rhymes are fluid, if they whack then trouble shoot it

Shut it down and then reboot it, till they really can't refute that

this flow is fire, bow down to your sire

I treat Mary Jay like Eminem treat Mariah

Obsessed to get it in my chest and get higher

Then I bust a mean ass verse without a warning

Hotter then the place, that a nigga was born in

and I been torn in half, ever since the day I gave a fuck

about the crowd hoping that they'd bump me out of luck

Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and I might want a tummy tuck

 

I want respect not likes, I want them checks off mikes

for being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Just need a dope beat and bet, Scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

I gotta battle two people, its like

I only get to spit once but always think twice

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till I'm three

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

and that is the zone, thats where I be, If u impede then you R.I. and P

in less then four seconds, so change your direction

if its LP you mention, get ready for wreckin