Shawty fine, so lascivious

Black handkerchiefs so ubiquitous

Def MC gone shine, ninja quick with no witnesses

Saddled up on that griminess

No numbers in me, just street script

Built it up so I’m a break it down

Real easy like for those street kids

X-rays show two things

Yo, vertebraes meet cold brass

One inch from the right side

Scars left where the others passed

Def MC and I’m counterclaim

On the verses, they want to be this

God in my ear, like "hear this"

With a pen and a pad, I’m fearless

I’m peerless