| Yeah, from New York to Japan, my plan will slam | |
| Holding my own up in this piece | |
| DJ Premier and of course, DJ Honda | |
| Jazzy Jay in the house, check it out | |
| It's goin' on right here inter-nation type, vibe, check the moves kid | |
| I came to get the doe, what you expected | |
| I came to mack the hoes, what you expected | |
| I came to strictly flow, what you expected | |
| Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit | |
| Next in command it's the five-foot-eight | |
| And three-quarter, warrior | |
| Take a stroll down my corridor | |
| I can effortlessly instantly burn | |
| MC's into effergy it's treachery | |
| 'Cause my skills have developed | |
| I envelope situations that I'm facin' | |
| Each lacin' and I'm chasin' those, the suppose | |
| That their game wasn't so phat | |
| Yeah, right, punk, you know that | |
| Forget the media labels | |
| 'Cause most of the ducks are fucked up and unstable | |
| Scared of the black stuff but I like to act up | |
| And get real ill 'cause I'm too hot to chill, stupid | |
| Scratching, what you expected | |
| Pussy, step back, fake Jake, I don't get down like that | |
| I kick the facts, then I sit and I mack | |
| With a sound like that you a one thousand, whack | |
| Get a think link, try to hang | |
| And bang, now your head swings | |
| 'Cause my intellect is universal | |
| For me to do or die with no rehearsal | |
| One verse will take you outta | |
| The weak format and bitch, MC's can take a powder | |
| Still, you scower and skin your grill up | |
| But you'll be a casualty that got filled up | |
| With my ammo, 'cause I slam your ass | |
| To the concrete, you got defeated punk | |
| Scratching, what you expected | |
| Came to collect my loot, what you expected | |
| I like the girl that's cute, what you expected | |
| Givin' MC's the boot, what you expected | |
| I do my duty what you expected | |
| Scratching, what you expected | |
| Five albums, deep into this rap game | |
| I slap lame 'cause straight is my aim | |
| As I state my claim as the Bald Head Pimpsta | |
| Here to administer, sinister attacks upon those who lack | |
| The ability to finesse the beat vocal techniques | |
| I slam like Dominique and you know | |
| My rhymes are punishin' like torture to your structure | |
| Brain cells rupture, what you expected | |
| Scratching, what you expected | |
| I came to get the doe, what you expected | |
| I came to mack the hoes, what you expected | |
| I came to strictly flow, what you expected | |
| Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit |
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