[Intro]

I go by the name of Street Light

Shout-out to DJ Hoppa, Funk Volume

Yeah!

[Hook]

It's been about a year

And we still ain't find out

Who you dissing in your rhymes

And what all of yo lines 'bout

But I can keep a secret

Promising not to leak it

Tell me you who you got beef

Who you got beef with

[Verse]

Since I got everybody watching me, I'll let em know what time it is

WAIT. Those are last year's rhymes again

Cats hear that I would make a rap peer ottoman out of em at this pacing

So they racing to the chopping trend...

But we gon' speed it up later for haters not convinced that I could get as prominent with my copying N9ne and SwizZz

When I was young, I stuck my tongue into a socket

While bumping some Pac and everything I'm dropping has been shocking since

Yeah it seems like you've lost your drive

Dropping beef, are you out of your mind, you've improved a bit

Yeah, that's what you've told us in your rhymes

There's never a better time than now so start proving it

This is trill dominant skill

Feel the power that builds cowardice at will, for real, which style will he wield? Still got Lil tolerance. How does it feel (Phil), doctoring wills?

Is it ironic how it isn't shocking I'm ill/eel?

EW...what a sick flow, bill

It kills like a shotty 'cuz it KICKS BACK like it CHILLS

Told you that I've been/bin cold, Buttah!

But competition shutters/shudders 'cuz I WINDOWS

And you can tell I'm REAL when the clip rolls. Thunder

They wanna block my rain/reign

But an umbrella can't change weather or stop the king

Y'all skate on thin ice

I serve, chop and dice like Wolfgang PUCK

My flow colder than a hockey rink

I quit playing

Put my stick up like robbing banks

A ballhoggin' alcoholic with the shots I take

All these rappers out lying/outline, but without my TRACE

Y'all don't have a [S]CENT and you TRAIL(IN) the FIRST PLACE

That's that wordplay dog

Get 'em in the worst way

Y'all split em on their birthday

Hit 'em on a Thursday aw, when a killer thirsty

I can feel it when a spitter isn't worthy of a little mercy caught in the middle of a Merce-des Benz. Ends... Shook em with a earthquake

Then... I get adrenaline and murk a first date. Pause

That means I'm taking them out but I'm making it count

Anybody want to take me away to the house where the jacket is straight

With a zipper in the back

Not making a sound

And I'm racing in place to the bank but I ain't finna take what I made in my lane cuz when I get a little bit of change in the game, I'm changing my name ain't nothing they can do about...it

The ground shifts when they pound 6 ten round clips through your foul stenched mouth without a miss

Hold up

That would mean that the casualties have to FOLD UP as shots begin to fall out the MAGAZINES like a POSTER

Actually, all my battling scenes over. Quit asking me if I'm still having beef with THE JOKERR

My pride was the battery, fueling the bad in me, but for closure, I'll have PASSIONATE MC FORCE CHOKE YA! woah

They can't believe what they hear in their speakers

But tearing the peace is apparently what they're preparing to keep us from setting hit records like Derek Jeter

You're just a paraplegic staring from the highest pair of seats in the bleachers

Show me my rival. I have none

And beating me's a long shot, especially when you fail to own any rifles

That handgun could blast

I'm so fast, I'm liable to suppress the cartridge and make the barrel charges IGNITE YOU

Goodnight, fools

[Hook] x2