[Intro]

Yeah, it's Merci...the wise

Just playing around, drop a hot 16

[Verse 1]

I never asked for sympathy

My mind flash memory, got a passion for similes

For my mass is energy

At last, they ask if I just mask my ministry

Turn down the task

Just to blast the industry

Dirt in the mind is too much of a chore cleaning

It's an allure gleaming

People that's poor fiending

I could exploit them so my life could have more meaning

Every victim is like pork

I'm equipped with a fork scheming, but I mustn't

Cause that's just not the Muslim that I am

But you get yo ish took, and I ain't wolfing to a lamb

You look shooken in the cam, booking it and ran

And, I can rock a crowd straight from Brooklyn to Japan!

It's the man, it's the monster

The hero, the beast

Vegetarians staring at a mural of meat

Ugh, you know the deal-y from the Chi, got a flow from Philly

Lyrical game same as Wayne's when he wrote a milli

Yeah, you should probably cop a coat cause what I wrote is chilly

I'm from where they sail dope cause having hope is silly

Yo, when I blacken out

Its like a car backing

Move out the way, or I'ma start acting out

Slapping mouths! No I ain't the one for cat and mouse

You think I went to Tokyo the way I'm japing

Too many great people get scrutinized

Two choices in the hood shoot hoops or die

All these rich want to be's feeling youth with lies

Promoting violence and drugs I used to sigh

It seem that every black leader

Is a fast speaker or a rat preacher

I live in the asylum, where people ah probably promote the violence (exhales)

You can tell just by the test

The flow is grotesque, no way that they can check

My defense like Ron Artest

I'm still the best

When it comes to the perimeter inside of the barometer

All of these amateurs I can damage ya