[Intro: Gill from Street Fighter 3]

[Verse 1: Kris James!]

Even though he rolls with no penal code

They still scouting for the boy like he Webelos

That's what you need to know to rule like Caesar though

Plus you gotta have that funky cold medina flow

Heat the soul

Don't want it to decompose

The reaper's cold

Wanting you to treat your nose

So he can go right to the next one like a melody

That's dark like Melanie

So wrong like a felony

Pop us off like Kennedys just let us speak

Your many flaws are real obvious like signs from the weak

Got you red in the face like the Petes

Or the cheeks of my lovely girl's thong peach

As far as I'm concerned we gon' all eat

So all I ask for in return is don't cross me

If you decide not to learn you'll be in sheets

Ready to be put 6 feet deep under this here beat

And that's to whoever wants to compete

Desire's high & the money's low

I'm on the grind like a stripper pole

I'm on the grind like I did some blow

Don't waste my time & make this difficult

The light is lime let me get the Cokes

You think you fly but you's a chicken though

And it's real quick to show

Cause you're too strict you know?

Bruh you really need to relax more

Take a chill pill, go vacation or something

Always with the stress you constantly bugging

But now I know why you were struggling

Saw you were a hack, that's word to Jim Duggan

[Verse 2: NK30]

Eat rappers like cannibals

But first dip 'em in Danimals

After that, wash up & clean up collateral

Cause me & KJ! the quickest, sickest of amalgamations

While you just got high & played Playstation

Instead of arms with condos

Teach kids to be head honchos, pronto

End of the convo

Teach to be an upstart to an start up

More of a New Jack, not a Paul Blart mall cop

But like Fujin, I've been known to spit whirlwinds

With the flow of DOOM, the physical frame of Fing Fang Foom

Jokes like The Lampoon & force of a monsoon

So fuck the fake forced fallacies by rap G's

Kill 'em all then block all verbal synapsies

And now, I really don't mean to boast

But these niggas too animated, I felt it in my ghost

Set fire to that ass & roast

And heat the soul

Just a stone's throw from fool's gold

And still would rap off Best Buy's bankroll, I'm sold

Got tracks burning like ethanol

I'll snipe ya, I'm even Leon's Professional

Put it on your dashboard confessional

Set fire to that ass & roast

And heat the soul