[Intro:]

Uh, yessir

It's Chris Webby

2-0-3, where you at?

Ha-ha, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris webby]

Get from out of my vicinity, listen see

This is the, dude who be flyer than a Griffin be

Sippin' tea, gettin' my voice right to strike out willingly

Ready for the game, already had my epiphany

Now who could get rid of me, I show no sympathy

When I hit the track I make 'em jump like Jiminy

Cricket, and bitches be bewildered by my wizardry

And opponents be gettin' Michael J. Fox jittery

Can't tell if I'm dreamin', somebody start pinchin' me

How do I keep killin' these critics with my similes

Metaphors, I'm the Megazord, y'all feelin' me

I'll rap from now until you count to infinity

Flow art like Mozart, conducting my symphony

Hold it down on stage with my main man Timothy

Simply a pot-head, I am the epitome

But I am who I am and nobody could reconfigure me

Yeah, you think there was ten of me, the way I crush my enemies

A guaranteed recipe for disaster, come step to me

Generally, you don't even know how potent my venom be

I'm handsome, young and in charge like John Kennedy

There is no discrepancy, I'm illy with my weaponry

I got the front row at the theater, no one's ahead of me

I'm losin' it mentally, but flowin' it deadly

So, who here could measure me, 'cos you know who Webby be

And just know that Webby be, readily rollin' up that heady tree

Smokin til I'm 70, get at me

And I'm spittin' it fatal, on demand like digital cable

Make heads spin like a dreidel

I am able, and mad nice, so bitch you better act right

Cause steppin' to me is like seeing Clay Aiken and Shaq fight

Hit 'em so hard that I'll knock 'em to their past life

Even though I'm white enough to glow in front of black lights

That's right, I am the best you can't mess bro

Nike Kicks, wardrobe fresh from Mark Echo

Let's go, blazin' the shit, got haze in the spliff

Bitch, I'm number one like I'm takin' a piss

But I spit out number two cause what I say is the shit

Bitch, I'm hungry in the game I need a table for six

There's no evasion from this, cause I'mma leave them on the floor dead

Cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead

I run this shit 'til I got sore legs, I need a stretch

Hip-Hop Chea Pet, livin' off of weed and sex

Line 'em all up, I'll knock 'em down, I can beat the best

Now I need a breath, I need a rest

[Outro:]

Ha-ha, that's just how it is baby

It's bars all day, I just drop bars

Whatever hobby, we goin' to the top, baby

Yessir

Get from round me [x4]

Ha