Two verses
First and foremost, make no further approach
Cause if you wanna battle I will bury you holmz
Not every line.. but every word is a qoute
You haven't met God yet till you heard of me flow
I'm backstage high, fuck rehearsin a show
I rip it off the top till the curtains is closed
Still you hear the sound of the fans applaud
From side to side.. their hands is tossed
I'm a mic controller, master of ceremony
Real to the bone, you bastards is very phony
You got all these poor people chasin the papes
then these lames in the game that makin it rain
If you sayin my name, never take it in vain
Cause it's my rules and I ain't playin it straight
You got weak in the knees jus for speakin to me
Had you standin there in your jeans full of pee
Secondly, I'm always the last man standin
Either in a battle or if you blast that cannon
Only soul survivor except my man Pete Rock I'm
hiphop like freestyles and beatbox on weedspots
No you need not explain to me how ill I am
How real I am, I never go pop like Will I Am
You a dime I'ma kilogram, I'm hiphop like
Cypress Hill - "How I Could Just Kill A Man"
How did he get so nice you seem to wonder
I see music through the eyes of Stevie Wonder
How do he spit so tight music every day over?
Cause I hear it through the ears of Beethoven
Don't let the music depend on your cashflow
You still got your soul even if your flat broke
But you wanna stack dough and mack hoes
and that's the reason why you drop wack flows