somebody stop me, lord im on fire sucka emcees better call me sire I wont stop rockin til the moon retire til the prophecys fulfilled and the earth catch fire nope, I aint trying to be goin back into poverty workin a nine to five and be hopin i hit the lottery nope, I came too far to turn back on my heels like a windmill and head back home-a I eat a emcee up like Jeffrey Dahmer parlaying up in V.I.P. playin' the corner Im hot like a sauna I spit a hot shot off of the top you're a goner somebody call the coroner these wack emcees is D.O.A. They label you as a hater when you see yo' way but, if you dont give a damn we dont give a fuck you can catch me in the third ward throwin it up you might find me in the nine where they don't mind dyin screamin five-o in the back of the line everytime that i fall up in the spot i shine heel up wheel up bring it back home rewind I just wanna keep the peace like a budhist but niggas wanna kiss me on ma cheek like Judas nigga, lets do this I leave em left out left ill left clueless they feed off of rumors til I hit em with the trueness they dont hate me they hate god I aint make me im just a little nigga on the mic with a breakbeat what have yall lames done for me lately nada, i keep on movin and dont bother the flows h20 they drown in the water step right up and come down to the slaughter see me in the third ward six fo impala brush off my shoulder and pop my collar, holla see i dont even walk like a piiimmmp, talk like a mack all i do is rap.... uh, you other motherfuckers is wack and thats a actual fact (thats a actual fact) you sucka emcees bow down like west side, connec-tion my pimp arm is way too strong I bring pressure wildin like Stalin when he reigned over Russia never ever scared but I aint bonecrusher more like benito, adolfo who can spit greater and rip the dictator nigga I thought so no one, raps red China I'm the shogun ass-ass-in tear a emcees ass and spit with a passion im on stage laughin they couldnt swallow the whole I gave em fractions war with the dragon man you know the m-o me and mr porter in the cadillac limo Detroit vi-a the streets of the N.O. New Or-le-ans the corleone I'm on the porch with a straw hat and a cordless phone mink king on my humble throne I'm in the zone, hot shot and then I'm gone.....