I'm intrically spitting fire burning holes right through your cranium nigga

And I don't blame them, haters that's talking

Cause if I was them then I would hate me too

That youngin' that's spitting that truth in the booth

Who ya'll saying is top dog they gotta go and recoup

Cause I am too smooth, honestly that real voice of the youth

Yo these rappers be flexing but be as sweet as Babe Ruths

And that's like lying in a lion's den

You gon' get got its not a matter of if, but when

See in this city where I'm from you'll get your head knocked off

Your broad knocked up... So it's probably best that you show no love

Can't trust a soul nigga, too many people be the same

They either shooting a cannon or snapping pictures with canons (ahh)

That's why I'm so distant you can't tell?

Rappers talk hit em' up style but ain't Pac just Blu Cantrell

They got no fans like saunas and shit

That line was corny but I wanted to get like them real quick

Cause yo, I can take 8 months between my releases

Then come right back and smash these niggas' dreams in a million pieces

I am that last note MJ sang before he checked

I am that last line Biggie spit before he checked

And ya'll ain't even know it yet but gimmie props

I'mma twist the world's brain stems in knots and not stop (Hold up)

Now good morning Philly ya'll bouta be mourning

I'mma make ya'll pay attention to lyrics this here's a warning

I swear I'm bouta get real crazy wit it

I need ya'll to rock with me even though I was never on a corner selling no rock

I ain't hood so I don't rap hood, that's understood?

Cause any dude could go and pull a f'ing trigger

Instead I trigger mass hysteria though verbal malaria

Then rewind and do that there till I'm dead ain't nothing scarier