[Intro]

Yeah, yeah – what's goin down?

S.O.M. – where we at?

Alright...

How we do, verse like...

[Verse]

I ignite the microphone to a scorching ball of fire

Light up the sky with the Olympic torch, wire

-Tapped to the console, then I'm high rolling

With the diamond-tipped drill lyrics, straight from Oakland

Don't get too comfortable, your lungs will fill with fluid

'Cause I'm tunneling through your bulletproof, at the speed of lightning

Move right, left, swing diagonal, you still gets tagged, so

Acting on impulse results in disaster (Yeah)

I'm like chance, I come unexpected

Like a glance down the barrel of a AP-9, I'm mind blowin'

Potent like crystal methane

It's insane to try me, but still niggas attempt

They body goes limp, then they brain starts trembling

Dissasembling they physical make-up and mental health

Gettin' one step closer to oblivion, your chest begins giving in

There's no avenging your death on the microphone