I wonder not who's got the pot, who the hottest in the spot

They all flukes and will get popped

Holder of the throne who throws boulders at ya domes

Never grabbing cold ones i leave the weed and brew alone

Everybody got tracks with bass and no substance

Lust filled songs by new hippies on drug trips

Is ya rhymes ill or shy, never catch the killer cry

About as unknown as mainstream heads when Dilla died

Truth 100, poof, one dose will have your mind blown

Inclined as kites, rocking no diamonds or rhinestone

Food for the ears full of sense fill the blind folk

What a nice bloke with the lines that excite coke

Miss me with the skimp sh#t, ride the beat like ripstiks

Finding peace from within the inner child that's hidden

Snapback on crip wave, no i dont gangbang

Chicks i dont hare like fresh meals, i dont spare rappers

I just click clack em with the slick raps, most piffest, new jack

Whippin up some of that new crack

Mad slept on wack n#ggas they taking two naps

So i move back, blast and stack the bodies like a shoerack