I heard your style and I peeped you nikka

Yo whole album I sleep through nikka

Cause Te’s an avalanche, so call the ambulance
Tell em to pick up yo people nikka

Don’t call Farrakhan to squash it

Better yet call the sheriff’s and the coroner’s office
Tell ‘‘em there’s a dead body on the corner of Lawson and Alston
Run quick proceed with caution

These motherfukka's really think the 'Te done lost it
He sold a couple records now they think he flossin'
But I ain't stopped battling, I just stopped rattling
Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all were making me nauseous
Understand fukka I'm gon win regardless
I still got the hunger pains from my apartment
When me and 9th were both splittin' cans of StarKist