Xzibit intro:

Yes yes. Ahh ahh. Bring it live

Yo it's the X to the Z from the Likwit Squad

Hook:

"One MC" "After" (x3)

"On the mic"- Souls Of Mischief

[Xzibit]

All that get money, take money, sound funny

So I stick to my own, I can feel it in my bones

These clones and clowns ain't really down

Play the background

Westbound, huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound

Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine

You can stick that in the places where the sun don't shine

All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight

Spend half-a-million dollars still don't sound tight

Bring truth to the light

I write rhymes for the under

Blunt smokin', bottle crackin', all day slumber

Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down

As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around

Mr. X to the Z from the Likwit Crew

LA to LVN with my man EQ

Coming live and direct for your neck like this

Come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift

I stay fucked up

[Hook]

[Del]

Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous

Kids are squeamish, when they attempt the reflex

I'm the Apex, shows get rocked

Afterwards, rolls the pot, hold your Glock

Your whole goal is props, you'll never get 'em

My rhythm just fluctuates

You can't O.D. no matter how much you take

I rush your plates, crackin' lenses

They're clean like Benzene, cool like Menthol

My shit's the end all

Major league, gauge your speed, slow your roll

You lie and like Pinocchio your nose will grow

Let's go, underground compress coal

Bust these jewels, these diamonds out

While still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout

Mind in doubt

Traversing the Earth like zombies

And rocks your dirty laundry

Presented to the world as comedy

Del rip it honestly, that's why the girls are found of me

And don't be squandering your little flow

You ain't got many, your plot's thinning

Reconstitution

You seek contribution from Del for usage

Over these acoustics I take time out for Yusef Hawkins

Representing truth in your Walkman

Locking competition out of studios

Every day I live is like a musical

Create my own score more funkier than Shaft

On my musical path

Hook

[Casual]

They like "Ooh, don't say that." when it's laid on a DAT

Competition, where they at? I diss 'em

Steady at the rhythm

Like a pilot, I keep you silent

Through the turbulence words will get violent

Mega doses exposes his fraudulent composures

All you get is roses on your grave, you misbehave

It's the brave, courageous, lyrically contagious

Spiritually engaged with the psychedelic waves of

An Egyptian, we rips then

Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'

'Cause no light shine next to a flow like mine

Casual might ignite the mic for pastime

With one style older than a sundial

My elaborate connection of words is fun how

I display, dismay this way gettin' bizzay

Crack a show off the top while I'm hittin' a J

My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs

For the wack it gets foul

Got a Full Metal Jacket of rhymes compressed

To manifest under pressure

Cas' style a lyrical treasure, nevertheless I get fresher

It's involatile my biological make up composed of flesh and flows

Will dispose of all

When they appear in my crystal ball

I know you wish I fall

Yes y'all

Hook