yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shyt
My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
fukk all that sensuous shyt
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman I shift with tha ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fukked up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause youse a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you nikkaz try to over react (BLAOW!)
Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz
Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis
nikkaz comin through and actin wild
Y'all commercial nikkaz better have a Coke and a smile
I SHOT YA!
........................................ keith murray had the best verse on that shyt i don't care what nobody says.