Ayo I eat, breathe, sleep, shit 16s

Step to the plate & pitchers try an switch their teams

Cuz they know I'm straight bombin on em

Callin shots- Babe Ruth, Nostradamus solemn

Hand to the sky

Finger pointin stogie hangin out my mouth to the side

Votes are in I got the scouts on my side

#1 draft pick no doubt

Call me the sultan of swing, the colossus of clout

I can guess what all the talk is about

Spittin sick, a flu shot in my mouth

Uncle Sam- I'll drop a bomb on your house

Crib, cottage, cave, whatever

Live from the 21st, while ya stuck in some other era

Guerilla type Che Guevara

The game Hussein reigning with terror

Remain the same, calm amongst the napalm bombs

Kids listen up you better hide the songs from your moms

Or have her sweatin my dick like a pair of some long johns

In the middle of the summer, wow what a bummer

Tell her to hit the net, send me a pic and her number

Three w's dot thirdrailrecords

I told y'all this is chess, why you still playin checkers?

I was hot out the gate since they were wavin the checkered

But the race never ends an you gotta respect it

You leave the track somebody jumps on in the back

Just do the math, ain't goin' nowhere if you can't add or subtract

Ya'll better come to your senses

For there's one less rapper in the mothafuckin census

Pro passer, pick apart your defenses

When I'm comin through better make way at the entrance

I got a show to do, got a riot to start

Give a fuck bout climbin the charts

There's other ways of leavin my mark

Plus I flow so heavy might as well go get you an ark

That's what I'm talking bout

Oh so biblical

On stage perform miracles

Turnin water into wine to whiskey

I'm back mother fuckers- any ya'll miss me?

And don't attempt testing the squad

I got the wrath of the old testament God

Your whole perspective is flawed

Showin symptoms of a baby shake

You verse me, that's like a tremor to a Haiti quake

Not even maybe safe

I'm the smack talk mascot

Countin down until blast off

Uncle Sam- you should know if you don't

When it comes to the dope I be the first with the quotes

Rap dirty I'm allergic to soap

Hear my notes coast to coast

But first I'm proposing a toast

And then I'm headin to the open bar

You know my style kid I'm hotter than a stolen car

Which I should probably whip straight to the dentist

Cuz I been spittin so hard I'm about to need dentures

I rap for the dudes on the benches

Who knew if they could get some minutes

The whole game would be finished

History books, my name up in it

Actually in this age of new media

Probably get stuck with just a wikipedia

Whatever, talk shit I still ether ya

Internet rappers I'm ctrl alt deletin ya

Ya whole camp is misleadin ya

Cuz they ain't nothing but yes men

So please stay outta my section

And move in another direction

Lookin like a lemming

Old news like Peter Jennings