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Drop bars so hard, you'd think I was a prison/
And the watch got so many faces, you'd think it was a prism/
I rip up tracks, like Pops shreds paper/
Like father, like son, Skywalker and Darth Vader/
This ain't like Star Wars, I shine too much/
And war wit me, you'd get burned, cuz I'm too hot to touch/
Shout out to S.K., for feedin me something to sample/
Cuz if the rap game's a door, I'm sorta like the handle/
You need me to get through, you need me to make it/
And I got so much bread, but no I didn't bake it/
I got breakfast with female singers, and with models I have brunches/
I'm feeling like a boxing match the way I deliver these punches/
I switch my flow so much, I gotta be a flow-shifter/
And the way I drop bars, you'd call me a weightlifter/
I'm known to make it rain, and leave all of you wet/
So I got you on red alert like I'm a terrorist-threat/
Some niggas think they flow, but I stir up a tsunami/
And I got so much green, you think I enrolled in the army/
I kno I'm on fire, sorta like I'm torchin/
My lines are red hot you could say that they're scorchin/
Haters talk too much, thats why I call em a parrot/
You couldn't hit a joint even if it had a target/
I ball so hard, like an NBA draft pick/
And I got more ice than the Winter Olympics/
I'm the real deal, all you haters just the beta/
Got no hardware, stick to playing games like Sega/
I gotta ask the question, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?/
Call your girl up whenever I feel like gettin brained/
That's the same as gettin head in case I got you confused/
My flow be sick? yea the Doc's got the news/
My flow be my bride so I gotsa be the groom/
And in crowds, I stand out like I got kicked out the room/
I get two of everything, got you thinkin Noah and his Ark/
The way I shine so bright, I usually upset the dark/
I'm 100% authentic, I don't deal in fakes/
And I can't be stopped like cars wit no brakes/
I'm the icin on the cake, I'm no top of the game/
Like Plies I'm the realist, all u haterz is lame/
When you lookin for me look straight up in the skies/
Cuz I'm off the hook like tonite's dinner, Fish & Fries/
Dish out punches, throw up bars/
And yes I pack more heat than the engines of cars/
Out to make a mil' and some more after that/
Then I'd be forced to sag my pants, cuz my pockets be fat/
You haterz is like fire with no glow/
I got this shit on lock like life wit no parole/
On fire like a Phoenix, ice stays on freeze/
The way I count hundreds, you thinkin centuries/
Keepin my friends close, but my enemies even closer/
Cuz you'l never know who be talkin shit behind your shoulder/
Wit this pen and pad, I'm using words to paint pictures/
The line I write are sacred, you could call em scriptures/
Build your career big so I'm buildin mine bigger/
Peeps thinkin they ill, lets see whose flow is sicker/
Whoever the Champ is, I'm here to take the title/
Cuz I spit truth all the time like my hand was on the Bible/
And the watch got so many faces, you'd think it was a prism/
I rip up tracks, like Pops shreds paper/
Like father, like son, Skywalker and Darth Vader/
This ain't like Star Wars, I shine too much/
And war wit me, you'd get burned, cuz I'm too hot to touch/
Shout out to S.K., for feedin me something to sample/
Cuz if the rap game's a door, I'm sorta like the handle/
You need me to get through, you need me to make it/
And I got so much bread, but no I didn't bake it/
I got breakfast with female singers, and with models I have brunches/
I'm feeling like a boxing match the way I deliver these punches/
I switch my flow so much, I gotta be a flow-shifter/
And the way I drop bars, you'd call me a weightlifter/
I'm known to make it rain, and leave all of you wet/
So I got you on red alert like I'm a terrorist-threat/
Some niggas think they flow, but I stir up a tsunami/
And I got so much green, you think I enrolled in the army/
I kno I'm on fire, sorta like I'm torchin/
My lines are red hot you could say that they're scorchin/
Haters talk too much, thats why I call em a parrot/
You couldn't hit a joint even if it had a target/
I ball so hard, like an NBA draft pick/
And I got more ice than the Winter Olympics/
I'm the real deal, all you haters just the beta/
Got no hardware, stick to playing games like Sega/
I gotta ask the question, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?/
Call your girl up whenever I feel like gettin brained/
That's the same as gettin head in case I got you confused/
My flow be sick? yea the Doc's got the news/
My flow be my bride so I gotsa be the groom/
And in crowds, I stand out like I got kicked out the room/
I get two of everything, got you thinkin Noah and his Ark/
The way I shine so bright, I usually upset the dark/
I'm 100% authentic, I don't deal in fakes/
And I can't be stopped like cars wit no brakes/
I'm the icin on the cake, I'm no top of the game/
Like Plies I'm the realist, all u haterz is lame/
When you lookin for me look straight up in the skies/
Cuz I'm off the hook like tonite's dinner, Fish & Fries/
Dish out punches, throw up bars/
And yes I pack more heat than the engines of cars/
Out to make a mil' and some more after that/
Then I'd be forced to sag my pants, cuz my pockets be fat/
You haterz is like fire with no glow/
I got this shit on lock like life wit no parole/
On fire like a Phoenix, ice stays on freeze/
The way I count hundreds, you thinkin centuries/
Keepin my friends close, but my enemies even closer/
Cuz you'l never know who be talkin shit behind your shoulder/
Wit this pen and pad, I'm using words to paint pictures/
The line I write are sacred, you could call em scriptures/
Build your career big so I'm buildin mine bigger/
Peeps thinkin they ill, lets see whose flow is sicker/
Whoever the Champ is, I'm here to take the title/
Cuz I spit truth all the time like my hand was on the Bible/
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