We can go
Soul for soul
Over mic control
Kid you can´t touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me
And play you for fools
Kid, you know the rules
Must be smokin´ super cools
Try to diss me on the low
Got to be a psycho
That´s aight though
You know you won´t see me shakin´
I´m out to blow the spot
On who´s real and who´s fakin´
Who´s given´
Who´s taken´
Who´s livin´
Who´s starvin´
Diss me on the mic
It´s time for headstone carvin´
And then tap right ya, I´ll strike ya like lightin´
Dissolve ya like powder
So turn it up louder
Go on pump the wattage
Get the cheese by cottage
I like mean streaks
I like Spanish freaks
I like Korean barbecue
I´m like old school beats´
Cause...

I´m sick of all the shit that´s droppin´
And I´m tired of all the lip that´s poppin´
And all the wack attitudes people coppin´
I´m only tryin´ to get a few heads boppin´ [X2]

It go bang bang boogie
I´m sick like a loogie
I´m wiser than bud
I´m thicker than blood
I´m older than time
I´m only from divine
How can you be so bold and think that you´ll take mine
I´m cash like Johnny
It´s the highway man
And I´m walkin´ this line the best way I can
With my farmer´s tan
And my bloodshot eyes
I ain´t bodied no one
I ain´t chopped no bod
With the butter´s from the gutters
I´m about to explode
And blow the spot for folk nave
Up the Gun Hill Road
Like artillery shells
Been from heaven to hell
And I´m a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell
´Cause...

I´m sick of all the shit that´s droppin´
And I´m tired of all the lip that´s poppin´
And all the wack attitudes people coppin´
I´m only tryin´ to get a few heads boppin´ [X2]

I´m sick of all the shit that´s droppin´
And I´m tired of all the lip that´s poppin´
And all the wack attitudes people coppin´
I´m only tryin´ to get a few heads boppin´ [X2]