[Verse 1: Def Alert]

I expand like Japan

To take over your land

Send troops in flannel boots

Shoot you and your camel too

No remorse cuz I'm forced to be wild

It's the flavor, had it in me since a child

So um, with no introduction necessary

I leave you lost in words when I toss my vocabulary

Iller than most I was born to crush mics

But I fell in love when I looked in Hip-Hop's eyes

So now we chilling, layed up in the tropics

Discussing our future and money's the main topic

She told me she know how I can get some fast loot

And all I gotta do is write a rhyme that impress you

Get enough people that's into your material

They gonna share it with their friends

Make your audience grow

Touching me is like touching the sun

Even if you could do it

(laugh) you're ruined

It's quite clear that nobody's in my altitude

Not trying to get cocky just speaking the truth to you

Grab a mic and I spit that funky

Got damn, no wonder they love me

I'm Way 2 Nice...

[Verse 2: Def Alert]

Ayo Fuck that, don't need a hook

I bounce right back

Cook crack when I write

So with every song I'm on the right track

Illmatic is the anthem, Somewhere out here stranded

Unknown area where my spaceship landed

If you wanna do a song with me, gotta come nasty

So 99% of ya'll should never even ask me

They wanna know how I kick it so smooth

And everything I do is just way too cool

Claiming you're ill but you're barely even decent

Spit a smooth rhyme on your shirt and work out the creases

I'm just, way too clever for the average mind

So don't get discouraged if you're lost sometimes

Ain't even really trying this here is my simple shit

Cuz if I spit too hard and you died I couldn't live with it

Taking over and laying some rules in the game

Rap's new step dad, you f*ckers better learn the name

I ain't here to make friends

I'm here to murder

Cuz I was never meant to flip burgers

I'm Way 2 Nice...

[Verse 3: Def Alert]

I react like a patriotic American

To a hometown Terrorist invasion

Grab my weapons from the basement

And start blazing

On mics I get too ill

Like there's 4 of me

And 2 are spitting

While the other 2 cheer for me

They wanna know

How I'm the sickest in your area

Like a serial killer

Who puts malaria in his in-haler

Freaky like Gaga

And all my hoochie mammas

Sip collada's dressed in Prada

Waiting for me at the barber

More fish I keep fishing

Lame niggas keep wishing

I'm way too nice...

I come through your section

Blinged out and dressed in

A blue Armani suit

With troops and a bad b*tch

One of rap's greatest

I hold it down like a rapist

Hopping on stages

Sh*tting writtens out my anus

Beat molester, dope rhyme professor

Tech on the dresser, rhymes that impress ya

Spread her p*ssy open

Get her soaking in the kitchen

Start licking and licking

Till her leg starts kicking

Like a b*tch or a dog

I'm slicker than all

Sicker than the nigga

With the pet goat licking his balls

I suggest you take a pill

Sit down and just chill

Observe the skill...

I'm way 2 nice