Step up to the club,
Like im the man,
Dennis Rodman, but no rebound man,
Yall others gotta take a stand,
Witness the band,
Neptunes, providin' the beat goons, makes for moonsoon,
Floodin' the rooms,
Once the lyrics boom,
Inside ya nostrils, like perfume,
Sweeped like a broom,
Hook got cha consumed,
Feel the dance that zooms,
Inside ya body,
****** shots, of adrenaline, front maids to middle men,
Throw ya chips in,
No need for clips in,
We get it crackin', smackin, critics who say wack we was then,
Bumpin, cadillac music
Country *******,
Still ridin' twinkies on the truck, press ya luck, make all haters duck,
These gooses showin' trueces,
Once my team infiltrate,
Y'all cant shoot us,
Now we know you aint about nothin,
Make ya jump more than Joe Budden,
On these rhymes, we stay cuttin,
Sound the percussion,
End of discussion,
Smoother than David Ruffin,
Critics stay bluffin,
Madel cuz we made somethin',
Out of nothin,
Now all of sudden, they see the charts smokin,
Once i was set on fire, respect the sire, referred to as the Messiah,
Messa similar to Telsa,
And i dare ya,
To step on this, track and field, let these words shield,
If eyes could ****,
Itll be lotta folks with no healz,
Put me in jail, and ill still bail,
Out with counterfit bills,
I Keeps it real, like flesh hots bullets of the steel,
My ambition tryna reach to a bill,
Without courts tryna get a steal,
Girls crowdin' around me,
Latinas call me papi,
Still sip the Brugal,
But never sloppy,
We call head toppy,
To the leechers, tryna copy,
My styles is incredible,
Non-edible,
You ***** pitiful, put it back to rehearsal,
Expose those, records labels payin' you, playin' you,
Im bout to gass you,
No lite for flames, rid of lames,
I climb higher,
Than Lebron James, make ya say again,
In the rain like Cain, gather ya ear drums in a sang,
Brains is clang, its clubber time, dropped in the rhyme,
Now its in the divine timeline, greatest beats, of all time,
Pinned like a sign,
Press play then rewind, as ya mind to speech, deeply inclined,
