Sonny listen my punch like Sonny Liston These hot-shots cannot box the gully distance Fuck who money-gettin' Im from where the hungriest live All that extra floss-talk really is unrealistic BX to UK im the shyt with bloody lyrics I show my ass when spittin' that muddy liquid Show them something that show me what he isn't Said "He real sick" but I think he in a remission Showtime he a no-show Months he missin' Left in blood the color of Honey Lipton Fuck with Rush Rythymz that's exactly what he gettin' cause my spittin' a religion you blasphemous ugly niggaz Hear he talk what he whippin' is something different A creative drive with a keep-in-the-glovey biscuit With a buzzy engine, 20 pistons Built to withstand an ugly collision and all panels are slug resistant Keep poppin' No matter what gun he gettin' Im laughin at him like Im just watching a funny picture Walk my shoes in the booth? He must be sniffin' That type of expedition requires the buddy system No Matter how much he twist or, blunts he lit up Im coming to your session sober to bust your shit up Brawlings my calling Lord somebody pick up cause Im tired of smashing up these mirrors

I wanna rock right now Like the base-head that came to get valves Better than hot, doper than crack. Wetter than rock Been a hip hop fiend now since hustlers were screaming out RED-TOP!!! So vintage sir Can I get a co-signature R- twizle birth place of this here shit B-R-O-N-X lettin' my gears shift Overdrive Diss me I will so reply Stay silent? Dead Body, over mine I don't oblige with politics they going by I overthrow overide, showing pride Eat y'all alive your soldiers die or roll with mine Question is am I flowing rhymes or throwing knives Both kinda my quotes kinda Obama Presidential stimulus package those proper The doctors in with doctrine: Hanibal Catch u leave u still like cameras do No crew gonna tongue-lash 'em like dude Or manage to Outkast 'em: Mike Blue I do the unexpected and they fold I taylor this Hip-Hop shit I say sew (SO) Simon says speak and rep the culture right and I'm possessed by a New York Poltergeist I wanna rock right now Fuck rehab Im Amy Wiinehouse Bobby brown just gave me white-out Smoked my shit when he cam to my house Im crill with it Castle Hill nigga Im on my grustle moe Shit on cats: Cargo: Dump a load and smear it on 'em: Covergirl your covers blown I expose the bitch inside another clone

With some steel melting beats and some cold-hard facts Y'all could feel what the equator was like on track Industry SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! when 2wice go rap First hand reach for the mic don't match mine go snap This is real this ain't a flick bitch Time don't lapse You could die slower than Terry Schiavo's ass and the lines get better so rewind those back cause the next 39 will have you find those wack Thats impossible even those in denial know that Headphones on rockin' like I ain't the guy on that The thin line holding back love and hate from merging determined on some bullshit sometimes like who else on the track Sound leave 'em straight hacked Hope your files don't crash cause Im glitching in your system Switch to my program I be on shit beyond shit that I don't grasp like a 1 seater Jag driving 9 folks mad Never talk shit beyond shit that I don't have You niggaz is poppin' bottles? Shit well, I brought cans This things mine off ST. Ides man pour y'all a glass Y'all should sort y'all math... Cause like the beer I mentioned My shits basically free and its more effective Y'all really should re-direct where you toss y'all cash The embodiment of the times i've lived. Y'all reflections Waste time on recording sessions when all y'all trash I switch the rhyme scheme and straight lost y'all fags I take titles, mics, cash & the broads y'all have While your fans say dam like Jean Claude Van Your shell shocked shake shorty like Sean John dance Some of y'all cornstarch cats bought y'all raps and still be having nerve to go to war on wax Im administrator hater get your boss on that Where them shot callas at? I'll call y'all back Y'all snitches'll 3-way and have the law on the jack but Im hangin' up The dial tone is all y'all catch Only thing y'all sparking is y'all sack But I aint giving no more light Sorry y'all lost y'all match

[Intro] Yeah Yeah ayo X It's time iight... [Verse] Maybe this is time doing its work You went berserk with pipe dreams Nigga! You should have worked You're future is dirt Buggin' thinking music gon' work Maybe this is time tellin me there's truth to them words I so ignored and hope to soar past knowing lord had grasp on me and he tagged this gift of gab on me to grab glory but if this mans story is published by time In time it'll pass homie So fast Oh, he didnt see people following time till the mans lonely As time revealed, his whole get-fresh stance phony TIme had his shoes worn and his pants holey TIme'll getcha baby boy, ask Jody You've known that man for some time now? So he say but that time the judge threw at his Co-D changed the whole arrangement of the melody Now I think you've heard the tune before..."Never Be A Snitch" Till time call for a REMIX Niggaz got tools but time cant be fix This is deep shit I could owe time but time dont owe me Time changed fast life to slow speed & time told my peoples he owned the streets cause he OG but he died in no time 3:09 and time is money man so family hungry His shorty ain't got a gig she a full-time mommy Times are hard so we give the time we can give but time done expired in the milk you gotta feed the kids Don't wrestle with time TIme is now like that John Cena Track Turn back the clock? Go on, breeze with that Weed and yak I went overtime for dollar signs Forgot to grind my dream when it didnt seem like borrowed time Then I'd dream for a time machine Then I'd realize there wouldnt be time without ME and who would want to know ahead of time that their life is one stressful day before bedtime?

[Verse] No grill in my mouth No platinum hanging down I'm bare-wristed fist balled ready to pound Hammer swingin out my baggy farmer jeans Can't brawl in them village-cut denims for queens Get slick on the airwaves we rush the mezzanine of that radio station before you finish your statement 2 piece him Put his neck in rotation Now that's a hit Bring a new joint thru then I exit location You BMX bike rappers it's easy to peg 'em out With your weak Handle-Bars frauds I'm changing your pedal route Rush walk dolo thru several crowds Cause my grill allows 'me to believe that I settle bouts with the metal out I'm bad to the bone homes Grimey to the gristle Half of the time you can find me with an issue Giving me a mic is like assigning me a pistol Like they license me to kill you For real dude I'm much greater Turn strangers to haters who hate me Turn haters into fans and fans into AC's 2wice sparked the wick up that lit up some great weed A gateway feed to C-R-A-C... Kay? Get it poppin' like a seedy blunt Ain't no comp when my CD bumps All the Niggaz With Atitude but they lil like Eazy's son Easy son Pops can't A-I-D theses chumps I disease beats up So nasty I don't know how I don't VD these sluts Doc should check me each month I'd take yo bitch cause it's me she want but she be young asking if she can key me up If her moms knew my A-G-E huh She'd have a cow cause he calve fiend (caffeine) like she keep me up The streets is tough bread is stain making cake is hard Bakery waiting for this weeks truck and it's Friday (fry-day) Skillet out and my oil burning Modo live it out if y'all could word it Don't spit it out of its not for certain You critics sounding nervous with your shaky coward verses They all shook up when my live-wire power surges And hour turns in to a lifetime When played back when the albums purchased you patron our service Once again they want in our circuit Nigga now it's curtains Show 'em how to work it [Hook] It's that real Boogie Down street music for Hoodrenz The reason why all the panic buttons is pushed in East rock out West rock out Let it pop off till they send the cops out It's that real Boogie Down street music for Hoodrenz The reason why all the panic buttons is pushed in North rock out South rock out Let it pop off till they send the cops out

I traveled back in time ripped threw the best MC;s Stripped their memory then came back to the present scene at 17 fella please I turn your crew of hard-rocks to pebble beach They flow so terribly Im oh so steadily Tearing these parrot-beak, copycats error free Period!!! Let her bleed Plus I got beats to rock him (RAKIM) like Eric B. I been with mics since pinstripe pairs of jeans Yeah I was wearing LEE's now I wear the belt Y'all don't wanna test the waters Im up there with Phelps This shit right here man it a'int nowhere else Orig-i-nal I am what they isn't now Or what they a'int on so when Im on a track I say things to make change like the laundromat Take great aim apart from rap I school 'em well Take 'em off the ave then I charter back I'm way beyond checkin the radio for reference I'm way past trying to make a hit record While niggas go and try to shoe-shine a signed cat I'm filling up my ITunes with my tracks To get a "Yo Who's That? as your 1st response but when they hear he's unsigned the urge is gone To me that's better than "He's Garbage" but respected as a well-known artist Well kids that's a quiz on the biz The common response is "It Is What It Is" So I am what we are The man with these bars The real nigga the camera should be on The way I feel though the camera should be off Cause the way the block got me the blammer be involved Here I am taking a stand in for the cause to uphold the culture that began up in the Bronx [Hook] I'll Tell you what you wanna hear if... As long as what you wanna is [Scratch] Time to get Focused... Wake Up... Fuck That... I'll Tell you what you wanna hear if... As long as what you wanna is [Scratch] I know that everybody wanna hear That Shit You Know WHat Im Saying... Gimmie that fuckin Mic Yo... I'll Tell you what you wanna hear if... As long as what you wanna is [Scratch] The Work of a sheer veteran of ear medicine... I'll Tell you what you wanna hear if... As long as what you wanna is [Scratch] Bronx, Bronx... From The Bronx...

[Intro] (Ughh! Yeah Hear where we going? Proz N Conz R2WICE nigga! Turn your volume up and get acquainted with a bronx beast Ughh! Lets go!!) [Verse 1] I tell it like it is... Call me Rush Nevel but I a'int no crooner Voice rust metal Arriving to the ball room in fighters apparel Talk rare jewelry Coughin' up emeralds Sim-simmer the vocals glim-glimmer Trying to gain frequency on your social antenna Follow me on Twitter but I promote leardership Im so into myself man I don't even need a bitch but I know he need to sit and heed a bit Listen... He laying in the cut Blood, peep the big difference I'm a virus lying in a deeper incision Keep in postion to reaper them kittens Good them music for the reefer's ignition Yeah !So throw the piff in air Im colder than frigidaire I'll tear these niggas here So bad it isn't fare Y'all wanna give 'em cheers I'm gonna give 'em chairs [Hook] x2 Oh my god... Oh my god OMG'z all over my blog Rhyme icon I know I are Flow fire like Oh my god [Verse 2] Them other artists scared to say it Im the type the once hear it It remodels your arrangement and this what Hip-Hop needing Fans fear the sound for it's killing what they believe in Elephants stampeding over their dreams of their favorite Rap team having vocals as mean Huh? Now whats there to really think about I'll smash 'em on the double point a joker with a single out Im on stage at the show before they bring 'em out if we at war it's KRS and PM Dawn If you a'int get it type it up up on your google bar and get n overall gist of what i'll do to y'all B-R-O-N-X We are on deck Beats and bar threat Vietnam vet Real talk yes Me involved? Bet Now he look all stressed like he done saw death Hook] x2 Oh my god... Oh my god OMG'z all over my blog Rhyme icon I know I are Flow fire like Oh my god [Verse 3] Man... i could do this under water weight Under normal conditions a human couldn't tolerate I stay working Taking over office space i'm bout to break shit up and they just coming off of break Great! Smoke tree let my mind pollenate Wheels start turning and my thoughts start to oscillate' Man this a lot of haze drowns out a lot of hate Plus I know I'm the shit When I spit my bowels ache Say what i wanna say far from the common take Y'all keep talking while i commentate Y'all are fake No pass I'm poppin like chardonay No glass I go inn like Romada stay Inn like Holiday Y'all rhyme pussy I go in till the condom break Fam I got time to waste Checking my Movado face So sick time could wait Y'all don't get the time of day Skate!!! Hook] x3 Oh my god... Oh my god OMG'z all over my blog Rhyme icon I know I are Flow fire like Oh my god

I see the YouTube battles 2 dudes babble 45 thousand clicks on this shit If this on fire I'm dousing 'em son I'm mad I gave 'em 45 thousand and one 600 seconds of my life I done gave 'em Watching niggaz with nothing to say trade statements So now I'll dedicate 600 bars to 'em 60 minutes or more 5 star music Mixtape titled "Let 'em apply they own nooses Can't hang around them long enough to hang no loser My nigga said It's no use Rush you beyond the lames Yeah I'm on another plain but these niggas charter planes So Ima flame the runway like John McClain With a die hard song to play after the crash simmer My songs a godsend ask niggaz They done changed the way listeners viewed that sinner Reframe from the talk of the chains and the price on it Cause on a cold winter most trash got ice on it Oh Your following big? You guys with your numbers Last time I checked garbage get hot in the summer Lil squirrels wanna talk tuff and act gorilla mean Walk up on me catch an injury No compatibility they don't rap as ill as me After killin em I'll have to kill the beat and that was lyrically & after's physically Cause statistics show that these rap battles switch to beef They Rap ridiculously I map the victory They mad it split 'em deep so they act defensively I heard it all How you trap consistently He baggin nicks of weed Now he flipping keys Say dumb shit like "I ain't a rapper I spit the streets" "He strapped religiously" Said his gat'll christen me Well I'm the anti-Christ then His actions risen me Let me tell you who the true Rush Rythymz be Fear works for him, his main mans misery He's grind where envy be He's fuckin Jealousy His moms; Anger His dad's Negative energy and he lives amongst all this willingly So all that talk of killin' me is killin' me Bitch skip the beat with it don't spit to me If you got it in for me than its infamy Meet the infra-beam End of scene... History Then history repeats itself when I get yourteam I'll be up on all them niggaz 'fore they get to reach

HOOK I SAY THE R-U-S-H IZ COMIN... BRIGHT AND EARLY IN THE MORNIN I SAY THE R-U-S-H IZ COMIN... CHP IN THE BUILDIN... I - I- Im R2WICE THE WAY THEY ROCK ON THE 808 I DON"T RELATE JUST ANOTHER WEAK PEiCE OF THE GAME THEY OVER RATE IVE BEEN DOPER THSN THESE NIGGAZ 'FORE I SAID IT ON A TAPE LIGHT ME UP... R2WICE THE NEW PIFF/ WATCH WHAT U SAY.. EYE REMOVE LIPS/ HIP HOP HOPE, I RENEW THIS/ REVOKE HOPE OF MANIACAL BLISS/ ME SO DOPE THEY THINK I SHOOT HITS/ OF HERON IN MY ARM WHEN IM ON MUSIC/ IM A MONUMENT THERE'S NO ARGUMENT HAVE YOU SENSE? IM THE RAW TRUE SHIT A PLAINER WAY TO SAY THE INAUGURAL SHIFT/ OF THE WRONG MOVEMENT THAT YALL DUDES WITH/ I TREAT RAP LIKE A KUNG FU FLICK/ I'LL KUNG FU GRIP SOME YOUNG DUDES SHIT/ LIKE KIYAH!! NIGGA WHEN I THREW KICKS/ SNARES N HI-HATS ON MY NEW HIT/ GET YOUR MIND STUPID OFF MY TRUE WIT/ I DO ME.... DONT TRY TO DO HIS HOOK I SAY THE R-U-S-H IZ COMIN... BRIGHT AND EARLY IN THE MORNIN I SAY THE R-U-S-H IZ COMIN... CHP IN THE BUILDIN...

I sleep on rappers rest my head on producers Use a hater as my cover while Im dreaming up some new stuff Wake up in the morning I grab my Super toothbrush for the plaque that I racked up from artists I chew up Peg out the kind that thought they were the nicest Lay out my wide range of torture devices Scrutinize all when I draw out the cypher Lay out the rules, wall mount the timers Saw fans thought I was on-board with the writers Nah I'm going all out for NYCHA Nigga I'll hogtie your style up in fiber wire that electrifies 'em when he tries to rhyme (Fuck!! Get up man!!) Dog you got a live one Call out your riders See if there riding for the cause I devised huh Dog my saliva is volcanic lava Acting all manly when y'all got vaginas It's dirty up in Castle Hill Your gonna need a massengill and some OB's cause the B's OD Yeah the crack cost money but the P go free Cross my path pussy they'll be no peace Good weed no seeds that we don't need 2wice beef on beats like he don't bleed Hot cajun arrangements and Creole themes Voo-doo doll pin stab fag D-lo teams Catch an all-natural ass-whippin' We go green Rap shit talk toxic, eat yo spleen R2WICE supersede your league Get G-O-T Then I let the alter-egos feed He gettin' jumped by some other niggas he don't see This some Octagon ring shit Carved, no ink shit This can be over fast Some no blink shit Left hook, uppercut then go right Crimson those shiny whites Dim your sight Him go nighty-night End yo life BX! Rep so nice on the mic Nigga take flight when endo light Jabz like bullets This Kimbo 2wice

[Intro] Yeah Im on my old school vintage shit Light up that roach clip [Verse] Ya hear the beat? The shit is bumpin like a dirty clipper touched it A lot of rumors floating but they never sinking Rush ship Best scurry up outta here before the tooly get to bustin Like take some of that to make sure that they never come back I heard you up on ITunes turn back to my track You wanna by a track? You see I could never dig 'em cause your shit is for beginners I hit em' with a lender then the nigga be a winner From beats to bars a problem demeaning other artists To be treated like an equal you'll be marching like Martin You see R2 gettin' right with my revenue a lot of block niggaz gettin money I left to you I switched than I stopped i always kept an option cause I keep the D-money of the drugs I'm droppin Never ever phony stand behind the script I'm quoting She love the way I get in the booth like I'm voting Didnt vote Mccain I voted change on the ballot While I chant war ballads Hold the mic like a mallot I club a rapper quick like P Diddy published it Better yet blacklist just like Canibus Send my love to the ripper The industry's faggots I Think with the brain not the one behind the zipper Ain't jumping out the window for these bitches on Twitter Fuck how the face look on Myspace or Facebook Or if she blow good like haze or kush She wanna dine on my dime Have a ball I say like Usher Raymond say "You Don't Have To Call" It's ok girl R2WICE vs the game like Ali Vs Frazier Proz N Conz don Self-made Major I wear a lot of hats Multi-tasking saves paper Artist production engineer on call You can always catch a nigga rush right behind the board Other cats be trying to do it but you know they not him cause man I get it in like I'm as tall as the rim I blaze a few measures and some garden fresh & I'm out like the lights in the project steps R-U-S-H Rythymz R2WICE Yeah [Hook] Its Proz N Conz It's It's R2WICE It's Proz It's Proz N Conz It's It's R2WICE It's Proz It's Proz N Conz It's It's R2WICE It's It's R2WICE It's It's R2WICE It's It's R2WICE

[Verse 1] (Rude Rae Raw) Your boy so bugged spoilers on dubs Love you fuckin' with peasants and royal blood You could come hard but I a'int the one to rob Mr. Dark Gable in the SJ London Fog This is what i got to give Its my perogative The art of luxury A'int it so provocative Ya' boy Pac, Big, L with a shot of Jig The cockfit the cockpit y'all need to stop it Y'all need to stop it y'all a'int got that hot shit Y'all a'int got the shit to blow 'em out they socks kid Blow 'em out they pockets Show 'em they a'int got shit How they gonna gossip? They a'int even got lips How they want dour? They a'int even got piff Talk about more raw They a'int even got this Authentic Harlem boss spinach With the sawed-off to get you hauled off to medic [Hook] When ya down & out and a nigga need food to cook When ya down & out somebody gettin' they Gucci took When ya down & out Don't take it personal When ya down & out I might snatch a Purse or two When ya down & out See everything go then When ya down & out Thats my theory on low ends When ya down & out Might hit the road & bring it back When ya down & out Post up & sling that [Verse 2] (R2WICE) Ya boy type twist Im leak times piff to the 5th power of a B.I. disc add the bronx death-toll then ya might get me at my hungriest Needing my money shit Seen in my bummy shit Low down incogni Work stashed on me Holdin down the lobby Purse-snatch party what's theirs now is mines see Im'a lift someone off theirs to get on my fee If i don't get the hook-up Im hookin' someone to IV Dressed looking like I ski No Id dough i need In lump sum Whether I serve weed, jums, or dum dums Or serve cats on beat No deed undone MC's see them come See them run, run Even on top of things I'm keep watch of things from the same angle that I played on the bottom wing cause when... [Hook] When ya down & out and a nigga need food to cook When ya down & out somebody gettin' they Gucci took When ya down & out Don't take it personal When ya down & out I might snatch a Purse or two When ya down & out See everything go then When ya down & out Thats my theory on low ends When ya down & out Might hit the road & bring it back When ya down & out Post up & sling that [Outro} Oh yes sir... we on post Man yo stations Stay in yo motha fuckin' places R2WICE, Rude Rae Raw motha fucka... Y'all fucked up... y'all made me get Harlem Involved PROZ N CONZ entertainment Yessir!!! It a'nt a motha fuckin game BX we taking over man [Hook] When your down & out (reapeat) (When its down & out it's time to get down & dirty So I'm on my grind or somebody's shit gettin' snatched No bullshit Yeah!!)

[Intro} (everybody G'd up everybody got goons Goon nigga get punched in his face he gon call his goons Who puttin in the real work When it's real problems ) Im Frontlinin' [Verse 1] Touch gloves Lets go in For other showmen it's tough love and no win Test if you can but you can't Im a champ on the wordplay I sit beside the sandbox of time and let my words play Improve your work pace Your bandwidth narrow You cant handle the transfer The man spit arrows and they're piercing threw the hearts of many A one man army marching heavy Committing lude acts while my thoughts are merry Y'all pay retribution The cost'll vary Light work but the coffin heavy carry on Real life bars hit home hard Barry Bonds And here we are... The Punchline era but if we skip music it's frontline center Put a contract on an unsigned fella and let him cross the gun-line Get 'em!! [Hook] x2 Is there a problem? Yeah there is PROZ N CONZ... Serious We're on the field They on the bench and Im frontlinin' [Verse 2] Riz-Ush he a men-ace no matter what he spit up Put it together work wonders with what he get up Trush me Rythymz... Throw me to the wolves You'll return a much hungrier nigga, with a puppy litter Rush deliver something different than the normal Grab 'em by both ends rip 'em something horrible Church... Im nominal for cardinal I'll daddy back-hand these boys On momma-duke This for the cats on the corner stoop talkin' loose Gather Im'a pray for all of you i done said before "This is inaugaral" The coming of something much bigger more immense than the rest Accustom yourselves to it Don't be blind and hopeful Your favorite rapper is soul food bottom line Here I stand frontline and vocal First I'll out quote you then smoke you [Hook] x3 Is there a problem? Yeah there is R2WICE... Serious We're on the field They on the bench and I'm frontlinin' Frontline and center [Bridge] BX finest in the mother fuckin' buliding (Yeah thats me) Leave 'em where I find 'em and show no feeling (No remorse) [Hook] Is there a problem? Yeah there is R2WICE... Serious We're on the field they on the bench and I'm fronlinin' (Always!!!)

[Verse 1] Now Hip-Hop's my bitch and I beat her get drunk and mistreat her Many times I would menage her with my peeps but my peeps would always leave her but I'd keep her Despite the abuse my dick went in deeper I produce so much offspring I should have been polygamist and would have named my niggas Godfathers to the kids n shit Pardon to the listeners if I'm going adrift again If y'all don't hear nothing significant listen different then Check, check 1-7-1-8 I turn my check into cash and I fill up my plate I done conquered simple debates with gorillas an apes Real recognize real when the mirrors replain placed Look black My attitude is that of cat that's rude My swag'll catch your 2 eyes like some platinum jewels Bitch I'll snatch your food so fast thats the mood a nigga have to choose to get my stacks up to A bigger bracket true then that's what cat gon' do I'll get a gat then whoo!! Im lickin' at ya crew Shit and at the stu I'm lickin' at the booth You niggas couldn't hang with me if they had a noose Shit and thats the news at eleven: An Unknown Artist/Producer Till Producing A Weapon When I find a hungry team and shoot thru they intestines Then I ask 'em... What's the food of they preference? [Hook] It's your time? My watch say Im up next and I stay on the game till the game resets like Left, right, up, down, push u square buttons When I grab the controller I don't want to hear nothing Cousin... Step your game up Im on my game (Young Blood) Step your game up Im on my game (Homie) Step You Game Up (Fam) Im on my game Im on my game (Man) So step your game up [Verse 2] 6 line was my thing I would ride on the train Tryin to write my name with a rhyme on my brain So fuck a freestyle Now they just gotta pay Im sittin' with Otis Reddin By The Dock of the Bay Watchin the tide roll away before Im old and gray I got a lot of dough to make and so I say I'ma ride like a motorcade on the game and when Im done Im'a leave the rest to my protege and Im on it like theres no tomorrow let 'em know today so that next week (next weak) team can prepare to go away Skate cause I don't dealy on your weekly (weakly) basis I make weaklings squeal on a beastly bass-kick Tear the snare up, clothes-line the hi-hat and bag niggas green up like 125 sacks Y'all get quarterback line-sacked cause y'all can't touch my next song idea with 9 tracks an Ipod screen vs and Imac screen Another virus to kill with my vaccine My talents on other planets Who nice as me I'll battle the stars that the eyes can't see Start rappin' on saturn right beside that ring I sleep on rappers shouldn't I have dreams? It's your time? Mother fucker next time that's me Hook] x2 It's your time? My watch say Im up next and I stay on the game till the game resets like Left, right, up, down, push u square buttons When I grab the controller I don't want to hear nothing Cousin... Step your game up Im on my game (Young Blood) Step your game up Im on my game (Homie) Step You Game Up (Fam) Im on my game Im on my game (Man) So step your game up

Y'all breakable I a'int met an MC thats not Im your breaking point and I plan to keep that slot See i could spit some fairy tale shit that seem mad hot but the truth hurt worse than a knee-cap shot and I'm psycho put hands on me while your chrome drawn and I'll hit 'em back like I'm returning his phone call I'm no fraud I zone off so 10473 and it seems to show in them songs Sound crispy make sure they hear it how I wear it Treat the mic like a price tag and tear it Now my lyrics... I treat 'em like my children dearest but they some badd-ass motha fuckers and I swear it Im the hottest thing smoking Yeah I'm that good A Dutchmaster Y'all all got it twisted backwoods You and me that'll look how a fix match look I'll eat 'e, freestyle while I slap 'em, with a rapbook [Hook] x8 It's Whateva wit uz Prick told me I should ride on the beat "Im too lyrical" My rhymes are too deep at first a nigga said that he liked my CD His man brother said that I rhyme like a beast I told myself chill I a'int trying to feed in the he-say she-say applying to me Them female traits don't reside in a G I'm like a chick with a dildo tho I do me See all this telling make me hotter than grease in a deep-fry pan under fire for weeks So I tell 'em c'mon & try If you leap Im'a disect you frogs like Biology 3 See big homie said that I riling up beef I said I know i live by what I speak With that beign said I'll sdie for this speech So watch what you say keep your eye on your teeth [Hook] x8 It's Whateva wit uz [Verse 3] They can't run in my lane We a'int one in the same The standard by which you niggas come up is lame See i a'int on the comin up There's no come up with rain I come down from way up in the clouds and we can make war or we can make songs I'll murder any beat y'all niggas think of gettin on They say they got crowns with little proof if any That's like telling a kingpin "My nickels move heavy Niggas not in my league y'all hip-hop for the seed Niggas who's hot to you are novice to me Shit you boppin to is garbage to me Shit! Who lied to you? You not an MC What you rhyming to? That's not a sick beat I don't find your crew a problem to me I'll get the 9 and troop as calm as can be to where you guys are usually piled up and squeeze [Hook] x8 It's Whateva wit uz