Yeah,
Turn it up though,
Uh huh,
Yeah,
C'mon,
Anyway yeah,

One,
Two,
Whatcha gonna do,
Two,
Three,
Whatchas gonna be,
C'mon now,
Uh,
C'mon now,
Yeah yeah,
Yo,

Provoke emotions when im boastin and braggin,
Just imagine gun clappin linguistic assassin,
Bout ta..shake the world up,
Slam it to the floor bust,
You've heard of us,
Real niggas we blow the world up,
And bump the planet,
Take it for granted when i manage with that hometeam advantage automatic rhyme bandit,
Bout to hand it cuz you cram to understand it when i land it open handed,
I'ma transatlantic slay,
With that old black magic,
Got to have it from the demo to the masta,
Some brothers try to strike while light the fire of disaster,
Im the chain saw massacre,
Rain raw acid dust...
Downshift pump your brakes ease off the clutch,
We fuckin up when we conduct load your pistol up,
Put this verbal dick in your mouth until i bust a nut,
And let this jam tell you who the fuck i am,
Original black man from the bollales, who dance?