Verse 1:
I`m gettin` restless
What guessless
I`m rushin` the percusion
End of discusion
Now as you were
Your rhymes soft like fur
Oh` you wright for her
Well that explanit it
But I reign it, I rule it
So cool it, while I school it
Listen to percision
Rhyming, timing, climbing through your window
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin` your whole premises
Don`t never diss
Cause here`s your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it soul like Sanatra
Organize rhymes in effect
Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble
So, move on, there`s nothing to see here
Clear the area
Your rhymes are dead, hit the berrier
To vary a I`m very a effetive I might add
Original rude, since I was a little lad
(chorus: I neva go back, I neva flowed wack
I just come back, I just come phat 2x)
Verse 2:
I`m pumpin` like Donivan plus
I`m a little vicious
I eat mcees cause they delicious
It`s just, that so mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid
Now I`m back with How
Stompin` like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave
So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells
Fighting off diseased mcees
Like Super Freinds, in a metropolis, in a super Bense
With Howie, now we, got two threes
Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and I`m a kill em` with the lyrics
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven
Never doubt, I go all out, scadida
You need a map
You need a rap
You need a slap
You need a nap
So take one, because your tired
I get so phat, I feel wired
But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell
(chorus: 2x)
Verse 3:
I don`t beg
I break your leg like an egg
And fry it try it, and see what happen when I`m rappin`
Shit start
So don`t get smart like Max
Cause cold hard facts prevail
I don`t sell, I don`t turn pale
But I`m very ill, I`m fatal
I rock rhymes like a cradle
Many days, many ways, let me count em`
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought
But but, bu bu but, don`t stutta
Just say it
Shit is budda
Now don`t that feel betta
Get a sweata
Cause it`s gettin` colda
Every time I holda
Mic, niggaz freeze up, so eaze up like, off the scrotum
Cause you wrote um`, like you know dum`
So let me show dum`, real rhymes
Cause I feel I might start buggin`, if you don`t back up off the mic
The lyrical war is on, and so I strike
Chorus 4X