Hail, come on, hail
What you knocking in your tape-deck thats my property
unknown forces think they stopping me
Here's some information; I'm god's child
meat, bones, blood an veins
And I bust til I can't mix, mud and brains
Someday I may be punished for the shyt that I do
So crack the gates of hell, I might slide through
But I ain't staying I need to pay a visit to the man
That took my baby brother from the palm of my hand
I'm a menace to the public like too many B's
Overcome by rappers who puff too many trees
So I stand out like a white cop in Harlem
With two rusty Armeans, that's what I call 'em
I'm a giant in a field of mice
With goretex and spikes giving R & B rap nikkaz short life
You wanna dance with an underground Puffy
Without nikkaz around me that might wanna bust me
Sometimes I'm like a white man dont trust me
Sometimes I'm like a black man thinking like a white man 

All you nikkaz dis-gust me
fukk who you are I don't care who you are
I'm the roundest nikka down here, square who you are
You want drama, you can get it!