[verse 1]

Check it, ugh

Ain’t nobody realer from the ‘Ville

Over the hill, it’s overkill like poppin’ pills

Stop, drop, and roll; it ain’t a drill – Roll you over in a kilt

Get you killed for the bills; I ain’t feel no guilt

They must have forgot who the fuck they dealin’ wit

Heal ‘em and kill ‘em wit ill intent, they ain’t feelin’ it

Grab your head and start drillin’ it, peelin’ it back

Illmatic attack, pill addict detached from the head and the back

Guillotine, it’s dream for me to start packin’

Back into the stash and back into the madness

Packed it for the action, yes, it’s just for practice

But if you pull up then it will start clappin’ back

Until I pass the brass and I am under attack

And the thunder is mad, I guess it’s time to go back

Into the books and back into the classroom

Track onto the grass stain, pass unto the fast lane

[hook]

Pull up with the stainless

Tell me what your name is

Nah, you should just say less

Make you fuckin’ brain dead

(x4)

[post hook]

Yeah, I got a Pit and I trained it

You won’t die painless

Make you feel it all until you’re brain dead

(x2)