All I see is blinking lights, track boards and phat mics 950s, SB12s, MP60s *** is thumpin', ear drums pumpin' This *** is type hype, cuz the sample is tight, right? Mic this one and leave teethless Never sweat that, cuz I'm a cool cat Just like Heathcliff, eat this, give up the loot It's 94, bitch-ass niggas, yeah, they still get the booth The North flakes, cuz I be flowin' in all states Show kept diggin' and diggin', now he got more crates That's right, nigga, roll that dime And I'm the only living matter that controls my mind Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth Sellouts got no worth, I think they better go soul search Now here I go again, ready to flow again And if the coast ain't clear, oh yeah, I'm still goin' in Get it together, or you'll be layin' on a stretcher I betcha, I'ma getcha, the number one heart stresser Sorry, Black, that's right, it's a cardiac arrest Try to triple team the best, then where's the party at? Lost to no one, I'm a warrior like Shogun And when the show's done, stacks and stacks is how the hoes come I'm bougie feelin', confidence is to the ceiling If I'm sick, I'll pick a chick for sexual healin's I'm unique, a freak like Malik In the twilight, sweat more highlights than Dominique Around my boys is where the jail stops Up to the streets, the jeeps, my peeps in the cell blocks I'm not the best, but I give you stress To flatter me, your strategy gotta be more complex than chess Stop bluffin', cuz you ain't sayin' nothin', G And start duckin', I'm the A to the fuckin' G Last LB, we got down right Showed all these corny motherfuckers what hip-hop's supposed to sound like C.A.G. and the brothers show Quiet is kept, it's best that you step on the low Well it's me, meanin' the A to the dash I'm fat to get the cash, now I'm goin' like the past What's the remedy? Suckers better get their own identity into the enemy You better roll like it's Kenemy Fake lords that you strangle with nightcore Takin' beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy Patterson Projects is where I rest But I claim the whole planet, cuz it's mine God damn it, I'm a god Quick to pull a fake brother card Wreck Boston, runnin' *** in Portland like Bard It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the street No surrender, it's no retreat Now, dance with the devil? No, not oddly Even though I mamba like La Bomba And smoke ganja like Bob Marley A bag of sets puts me at my rest You say it's silly? That's my theory Get to Philly and let it rest Don't miss, easy Don't miss, easy Don't miss, easy Don't miss, easy Don't miss, easy