If I'm hawking you like a bird it ain't because I respect you, god

It's because I'm trying to find a perfect place for me to shit on

Niggas hear about me and discreetly set up a date to meet me

To see if they can defeat me

So I ain't ready to let no motherfucker eat me

That's why you find little pieces of MCs in my feces weekly

You can't beat me, you can't control+alt+delete me

N*gga, you can't even shine on a song that features me

Slippery saliva keeps my delivery tighter

Enabling me to outmanoeuvre Russian MiG fighters

Launching missiles on whack rap artists like they was targets

For coming on broader market with that garbage

From downtown Newark to South Orange, niggas is paying homage

I'll battle you for anything you own worth pawnin'

Raps that snap at your ass crack like bear traps

Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas

And I swear, black, try to battle me, you won't last

I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag

I'll blow you to ashes with my tactics

Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard

From the 'How Can I Be Down?' conference to the Gavin

Whack emcees get slapped in their faces for rapping

For absolutely no Rhyme + Reason I start beefing

Spitting words at you faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking

The key is for me to make an example out of somebody you respect

And that you will discourage you from trying to test

Whoever ain't nice enough to rhyme wit' me

Should surrender their soul and combine with me

Or die violently, I try to be a millionaire before the year's up

I'm hungry like a dog with his ears up

This little nigga with heart from North Newark

The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of dark

With the jaws of the great white shark, I'll rip you apart

My state of the art lyrically laser is razor sharp

Splatter the brain matter of my enemies

With the same bullet projectory that murdered John Kennedy

In the back of the cranial cavity

Is what actually what happens for anything motherfucker for trying to battle me

Ninety minutes of heat, ninety minutes of lyrics and beats

Ninety minutes and these Brick City streets

Mad Ball and Tab One keeping it tight

Canibus for '97 and I'm out like three strikes