I'm a beast these days

I need beats like the Taliban need grenades

I don't stutter, better ask someone in the Cali rap scene

I'm saying my flow gutter, like we're alley cats, feed on prey

I'm no sucker, I'm a savage, son

Had my ass kicked once or twice

But rather that than run

Now understand me, I'm a new man

And observation has taught me

More than newsstands and school can

I'll prove that this smooth cat can Bruce Banner the mic

Your crew's gassed up and too amateur

Like, feel ashamed that your whole camp's nothing

Sandpeeps kill the game 'til the whole fam's buzzing

Soon as you feel the flames you wanna close that oven

It's deep in the Thriller game, now keep the program running

I swear to god, I'm on a Coke can budget

But step up and get ripped like Conan's stomach

I'll tear 'em off, anybody that's flexing

I swear to God, nobody's this hungry that's repping

And so what if I'm turned on by money and weapons

Or the sight of myself? I've never seen an ugly reflection

I'm a youngster, up and coming, with something to prove

Certified champion hungers for something other than food

Northwest drunken master, sounded sorta like a buzz

(Let me fucking rap)

Slurring, someone pour a pint of suds

Just imagine the younger fans absorb it like a sponge

I understand it wasn't planned to glorify the drugs

I'm stuck making music about it

Fuck it, with every verse I'm kicking mud-caked boots on your couches

Take that, mo'fuckers is so quick to write you off

To me, you won't know shit until the title's yours

Try to get it, I promise it ain't a easy task

You don't want it with us

I got a gift and it's beating ass

Competition's pride is thin as a sheet of glass

Drop and watch it break under pressure and cue the evil laugh (haha)

The audience has bought a ticket just to see me spaz

And body this and drop the shit and let the needle scratch

I'ma fuck you up