For those of you who are hearing impared:
(Intro by Lejin)
(Verse 1)
Guess this racoon foo' is used to diggin' thru Debris
I'ma hang this fake Emcee like wet clothes
And then Expose
Raps true kings who don't wear robes
I'm ill and there ain't an antidote,
Tear beef apart right off ya bone
Only one vacine if u start a battle between me and ma' clones
(Oh shit!)
This a non-stop flow
Like the dam just broke
And this track ain't a joke
Cuz I don't wanna make Ses choke
Twice my punch lines gave him lice
Cuz he scratchin his head
I got this bitch hangin by a thread
And it's a cold world so I'ma make ma'self a sweater
His lyrics got less meaning than a blank letter
Ma' flow is ill n I took medicine to make it even better
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
The piano keys lock ma' victory
As I stand tall and proud for yall to see
And a warning not aim any threats to me
Cuz I'll deliver ma' message loud and clear
If u start frontin' I'll hit u from the rear
An' Lou all I got is respect for you
Keep doin' what you do
And run ya NDP crew
A-Gang we comin into the picture
We hittin' home runs and RMP u da pitcher
We lay down our track and a freight train hit ya
Wanna end the beef? then share ma' friendly fire
I'll run laps around u an' never get tired
Don't believe me? Then prove me a liar
Ma' lyrics are deeper than the titanic
An' when I come thru I make ya bitches panic
Cuz once I'm done u'll be sleepin in the Atlantic
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
They call me broken needle
Cuz u dont want me getin' under ya skin
U dno where I've been
U can't be me
Even if you made me jump out of my own skin
U couldn't come close to me
Even if you were ma' siamese twin
When it comes to ridin' beats
I got road rage
Can't play me like an N-Gage
An' no ma' weed ain't laced
But if u think ur better then u trippin
Now stop for a second and listen
U hear that? it's the sound of your defeat
I'm the one who's tired but I got u bitches beat
And Lipz I kno where u live, ya apartment and ya street
Don't try n act tough cuz u livin in da queit part o da Bronx
Only way he tight is when he put on thongs
He thought we bought his fake image but I just closed down the shops
Your time is runnin out better rewind the clocks
Lipz get 'em off ma' cock
Bitch I ain't homo so I ain't gna bust shots
(Final Chorus)