Yo turn up the bass, I'm back in ya face,
At least three mills in the briefcase,
We always make a chase,
Like bank robber tellers,
Helter skelter,
Soda pop rhymes, guaranteed to belch ya,
Ultimate survivor, ghetto hood Mcyger,
My guns is liver, liver than the next man,
I kick flows from USA to Japan,
Understand,
It don't matter where I land,
My shots is lethal,
Like the desert shot eagle, we bleed you,
Make haters become see through,
Parallel ya shell,
To god spells, this ain't ya average gospel,
Peep the flows, that sail,
Over ya brainwaves, haters in a daze amazed,
From the sun skin heat ya glazed,
It's the tropical thunder,
Make fury, when the rhymes up under,
Diamonds dipped tundra,
Make a woman wonder,
Invisible scents, *** so intense,
Make her tap out, and flinch,
I'm so real,
Like Snipes from Suga hill,
Holding the steel,
Eye for eye, so these eyes love to ****,
And to the pigs that squeal,
Ya know the deal,
We upstate, like headache ya bones quake,
Can't step the great state,
I'll annihilate,
Any emcee who wanna test me,
Blow ya body,
Like Gillespie, minus the horn, true hip hop thorn,
Air head these newbies all up in the thread,
I cause Rambo bloodshed,
First draw, step to me,
That's against the law,
Gifts of my magnificence is what they saw,