The plague rages waves of the pain, ultimate insane.
Catch me rockin' Nike in a back of white limo like the Big Daddy Kane. With all 'em jewels on like Ice, ice, baby.
The basses rockin' classic Sepultura. Maybe y'all know
Desperate cry. Arise, baby. Dry your eyes, baby.
Candy-ass rappers mad coz they ain't got no balls to do it
like I do it when it's time, baby. Shout out to Tony M.
for catchin' dreams. Yo, the world is yours by force.
No remorse. I'ma grap-bite ya mango.
I'm in a center of action like John Rambo.
I'm all about makin' it bloom like Orlando.
I handle this rumble in jungle like a commando.
The barracuda huntin'-mastermind. Don't fuckin' step to way,
kid, i'm on a roll and i'ma make this title mine.
Drop it like it's hot. Rock it like they all gone wild.
Cop this file. We gon' be here A long time.
2xK murderin' the tracks again!



It's the 45er. Ya favorite honkey smart cat
since the McGyver. But I ain't solve none of ya problems.
NO! I create 'em and I let freedom ring with a shotgun blast.
Don't try to knock this machine head coz,
dude ya ain't fuckin' fast enuff. Cash and checks, gimme.
Ya'll game is last to bluff. Last to play that ruff.
Last of us still be laughin' at ya guts. You fuckin' sheep.
You lil' half-steppin' back-stabbin', backbag-dickriders
thinkin' 'bout ya could last a minute in my shoes.
I'm the streetfighter. Jean-Claude. I get the brawl on.
The warlord with more gore on sword than ya
foregone battalion. Italian stallion like
Rocky Balboa climbin' stairs.
GET ME ON TOP, TOP!
In front of this penthouse door. KNOCK KNOCK!
ya FUCK'D UP. Done with you like yesterday.