[Chorus] (CUTS) (x2):
Dan-e-o, making it hot like Los Angeles
Give me a mic son, burning tracks long before downloading was possible!
Welcome to what`s best defined as my rhyme show
That petrifies guys with intensified flows
I testify God set the vibe in my soul
So inspect the lines, check for my specialized prose
I pose a threat to rappers and the industry at once
One side is out of luck, the other side is out to lunch
One side don`t wanna battle, the other don`t wanna budge
And sign me, well screw it, to hell with the whole bunch
I do this for my people supportin` me from the day
Those who got my album and actually had to pay
Let me getcha up to date cuz a lot of shit has changed
Some of it`s mad dope but some of it feels strange
Like I`m single now, when in the clubs yo I mingle wild
Years ago, living without my lady, couldn`t think of how
More on that later, cuz I`m actually much stronger
Got ideas how to make my rap career longer
Slowed it down a bit, plus my hooks are top notch
Only ride the sickest beats plus the cuss words I watch
Flows are at they best whether smoothed out or hard
Still got a lot to say plus I still love God
Not a fool, I swallowed my pride and found a job
Finished school, then bought a new ride, then turned the knob
On the door where opportunity was knockin`
I`m rap`s eternal cradle, I will never stop rockin`
Check it out...
[Chorus]
For my next stunt, a David Copperfield-like magic trick
Make a rapper disappear while I get set to brag a bit
But hold a sec, before I go ahead and take a stab at it
I have to slap a diss on all you niggaz on some tragic shit
It`s wack that it`s hard to find artists who ain`t frauds to me
If you ain`t on this record it`s because you didn`t wanna be
Ask to do a track and suddenly you stopped with callin` D
But that`s alright, keep sleepin`, it adds to my armory
And now to all of the people who throw me pounds
When you see me on the street or somewhere around town
Tellin` me to freestyle on the spot
Respect my space and privacy and if the time is right, then we`ll rock
But cut that shit out, I`m not 24-hour entertainment
Although I`m outstanding like payments from gamblers in Vegas
Okay kids, now that I got that off my chest
Let me a poke a finger in it, while I talk about the best
Where do I start? Oh yeah man, at shows I`m tops
I put more people`s hands in the air than cops
When I rock stages, I belong on a throne
I`m like a kid in school on Saturday, in a class of my own
You talk a big game, but when I show up to your festival
Your poise switches like voice pitches on transsexuals
But yo, the best of all is just for spittin` these tunes
I make a living like women in delivery rooms
Yeah!
[Chorus]
