This is what you wanted, this is what you're getting, a knife in your back, are you ready for this. Am I the promise you can't make or still the feeling
scars Never down 'cause the underground crown is still large See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 'til I die If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is
raps, the special sounds The robe's long enough to be considered a gown Thought's pen is sharp enough to be considered a crown When the plate come, take
a thrilla, gangsta cat feela Take trips squad out each scared to feel 'em, nigga Top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin Cars they never used our whips is
without the afro picks or flyin' kicks, it's this, this, this, this This thing is gonna be alright, alright, here comes the Stereotype It takes time
thrilla, gangsta cat feela Take trips squad out each [Incomprehensible] Nigga, top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin Cars, they never used our whips is
label I appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics, beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life" "While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is
of raps, the special sounds The robe's long enough to be considered a gown Thought's pen is sharp enough to be considered a crown When the plate come, take
victory is at hand. The procrastinating sybarites of the bureaucracy have been threatened and bribed into compliance over this venture. This more than anything else is
deal? Dick riders on board In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord [Chorus x2: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)] This thing, is gonna be
heal scars Never down cause the underground crown is still large See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is
in my own lane Someone get a vehicle big enough for the flock I'm sharp and I promise to steer this shit for the block Feel you got ammo, here then take
the street Spin on cars bought boxes, now I'm spin for dot shit Move as violent sharp as swords of Shaolin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island My wisdom is
