[Verse 1]

Chicka, chicka, get down

This is one of those songs, when people hearing this

Will try to judge me, demoted from being a lyricist

Thats why I put the MC before Hush, because I insist

Of being in control of the mic, a specialist

My nemesis, being myself is venomous

Because sometimes a foot in ya mouth is dangerous

Sharp on the edge in ways a razor is

Slicing through any red-tape or plagarist

Backhands to many for grand stand and win it

When demands ask for bands of the bland man you dish it

Infinite, all of my words with quickness

Like a deck hand with a bad stomach, I see sickness

Crazy like a kid with his hands slashed and slit it

Till his parents have to come have his quack ass commited

And any emcee that I can't stand, I'm shittin' on

Any mother fucker that backstabs, forget it

[Hook]

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!

Get down!

So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!

Get down!

So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!

Get down!

So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - blow!

Get down!

[Verse 2]

Yo

I'm a bad ass liutenant, who can't stand a gimmick

The ones we all just like to laugh at and mimmick

The ones we all know that just can't rap a bit it

And I still suffer heat from a backlash of critics

Wack ass with synical slaps that can split it

And anybody saying my raps trashed is finished

Whoever said that having a backpacks permitted

Its just raps that you can't grasp or grip it

I'll blast back on any one jackass who give it

Any nim-witted upperclass ass that doesn't get it

Understand, not every rap fans exquisit

Or has to live it, every track thats explicit

I must admit it, that fast cash will limit

A vast cast of vivid emcees that really live it

You couldn't blow up if you had gas and lit it

When I blast fast cats hit the fast dash and split it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I can't be fucked with like broken dildos

And I spill flows, that beat you to death like steel toes

Swift blows to any emcees that can't rhyme

I'm so dope I'll cut ya, then snort your flatline

Obscene writer, my team remains finer

The main liner, feeding your veins a pain liver

Chicks with dicks, or bitches with no balls

Or glisten to blow, big mouth cats with no paw

I misplaced ya album right next to P.D

I only bought his CD just to hear B.I.G

I hold it down like tape on toupe's

Put a condom on your tongue, and then fuck what you say

I move crowds like fights at rap shows

And handicap foes who vow they can flow

I'm after your soul, and after that your platinum

Catch em' in the track with my gat, just to strap em'

[Hook] x2