[Verse 1]

I remember when I first started this shit back in the day

Always knew I had it in me, always knew I can be great

Now I'm known to take this pencil and paper out on a date

And any new rapper you blow up just know that I can deflate

And I'm always taking breaks just to see if they can catch me

Wallace threw me back in jail but that only made me deadlier

And focused on my skill, now I'm sharper than machetes

Even though I did a bid for chopping up shit already, huh

I done told you that the flow is illmatic

It's a fact that I do magic without a hat and a rabbit

Let's get this shit established, you want it you can have it

Rappers in dresses hip-hop's beginning to look like a pageant

Tell me what the fuck is happening, thought this was a sport

May be fashion but you'll never see Youngin rocking a skort, nah

Yeah I'm different and you know that I be chilling

But I make a call and they're gon' leave you holier than Christians, amen

I'ma take this one day at a time

Trying to get my shit together even Sunday I'ma grind

I got money on mind, your honey on my line

Plus a white girl that looks like Kelly Bundy in her prime

You niggas should get your own, stop hating like shit on mine

Keep wrinkling their faces 'til they're straightened out with that iron, huh

I ain't lying, when niggas think it's a game

Them squares get x'd and circles around them, that's how we play 'em

Blame me when your career fails

And come up shorter than deer tales

Hold on let me take a break

Yeah, I'm just flirting with this mic

Don't make me get lyrically engaged

Or mentally enraged and pull out the gage

Aim it at your rib cage watch it knock off your face

Now let me loosen up my tie and take off my suit

Rip off my shirt, it's D.C.'s Superman of the booth

I'm the truth and the proof is in the sound of my words

The nouns and the verbs always come out astounding you heard

I'm on the mound pitching curves Ghost backing me up

When I'm down him and Strike tell me not to give up

Now I'm here

[Marion Barry]

If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging, that's the first thing

And two, when you get out of the hole don't have self-pity

And that you don't walk around with your head down

You develop courage that you know your own self

Better than anybody else

And you have to believe in yourself

[Verse 2]

Magazine in the clip just to give you your issue

They say Youngin you the shit nigga where is the tissue

I promise to rip you if I'm penning to diss you

You gon' feel every hit from this lyric Jujitsu, uh

And you don't wanna go there holmes

Fuck around you gon' get your whole forehead gone

'cause my niggas is vicious and they're coming with that

You take a loss in this field ain't no running it back

You ain't Barry, you a fairy, Tinkerbell in the flesh

Nah you ain't scary, we ain't worried, take a pill and relax

Chill and sit back, let me introduce myself

Through this song that I wrote and produced myself

I engineer, do my videos, and graphic design

D.C. born and raised still I mastered the rhyme

I don't smoke, don't drink, only got one child

Fuck around with her and it's clik-clak blow, yes sir

[Marion Barry]

Taught me the hard way that you shouldn't lie

Not deliberately, by omission or commission

So I wanted people to believe that I was telling the truth about

All what I've said

Because if you disbelieve one part of it

You gon' disbelieve the other, other part of it

Being born poor and black that's enough to knock people to their knees

[Verse 3]

Fuck peace, it's time for me to unleash the beast

Kick in your teeth, make it feel like I got cleats on my feet

I think I'm reaching my peak, I'm seeping deep in the beat

Skeeting on cheeks 'cause the pussy wet as reefs on the beach

I'm a motherfucking monster who wants to go reach

Eat beef from M.C.'s 'til I'm fucking obese

And hoes love it when a Youngin go sheesh, I ain't lying

And I ain't buying that shit that you're selling so stop trying, uh

Stamp I'm the king of the District

Whoever's feeling different add to the hit list

And go home and put Tha Rewind on your wishlist

Tight jeans and skirts, man you niggas are Mystics

And this what I'm up against, pricks that I'm tougher than

The trigger gets tugged and then you hear nothing but stuttering

Yeah I had to breathe for a bit

My lyrics stick to your ribs you can't breeze through the shit

Put the pump to your chest stop the wheezing ya bish

Gary's EP let me state the reason for this

I'm sick of everybody saying that these niggas are good

And as soon as they drop an album that shit just go wood

And that goes for everybody even niggas from here

I don't care, I'm the best and I'ma prove it this year, chea

Thirty-something with the glow of a twenty-year old

In this game I'm a beast, Jumanji with flows

From Eastover all the way to Benco

Welcome to Gary's EP, that's just the intro

[End]