What up, Redman?I'm a crazy nigga.I'm a rich nigga.I told niggas, man.I told niggas.I took time off on this *.I'm a rich nigga.Fat line, man.I'm the sickest nigga, man.These niggas ain't * with me.I'm so rich, nigga.I told them.Motherfucking right, I'm back.Goddamn, niggas so whack.Tidy, same ass.Wanna be famous.Rematch, just trash, just ass.Anybody that's listening to these fools.I am beyond comparison.I let you choose.Embarrassing.Take your motherfuckers to school.Let you learn something.Now, who got something to prove?I was born around misfits and blasts, too.You click up, blasts, too.Try to look cool in front of these hoes.But that ain't you.Play your position.Don't let your police in play you.Bend that nigga.Respect the deal.I am the South.The next motherfucker to come through.No one after the Phyllis shoe.Here's my Gucci kick for you to bow down to.Fit to my face, blue.Flow like H2.Old * H2.Stacked by old school.Don't gotta get that.Stretch like Armstrong.Young Godzilla.No young King Kong.My whole world filler.Eyes iller than any other of these other niggas.All friends hate staying.Cause they knees weak.Bitch nigga don't speak.Leo where the ants eat?Oh yeah, that's C.Don't agree, hit the cycle wall.Stop doing the mixtape cause I got bored.I'm floored at these niggas that's claimingthey top five.You a damn lie.Not in the league of I.Me alone.Freestyle song for song.Track for track.These are all the facts.I got a knack for rap.Relax some rap but not so tight.Just might relax and take your life.Y'all off site but I'm focused.I bring life.No hype out of spite.Know you gon' bite our spider masses.Now who's the fastest?Who lasts the longest?Means I'm the strongest.Product of the corner.Said I was a goner.Got my diploma.In school now I'm rapping.Oh that's a bonus.Come catch them on ya.The ice cold black niggas up on ya.Skin dark like Mosley Park.At midnight I'm known to spark.In L.A. I ball like Lisa Leslie.Smoke cush but first dog I break the powder park.Know we all.You don't wanna spar but it nah.You saw from here your songs went wrong.You reach your peak, you high long.Where the same bullshit go on.They got a hundred rappers all doing the same song.The same hundred rappers one year up he gone.But hip hop won't change.It won't die, it will live on.Through Statlanta or any track I spit on and on.For the moment for the math and shading.Been that granny baby so I sport it.Your album is wack, I can't ignore it.You contributed to the death so I record it.You're looking for the green, I'm in the forest.X-Clan my man, my * fanglorious.Stop!