[Verse 1: BIG T]
Big T whad up, Yea, Lemme get em, uh
As I am writing on my notepad thinking to my self I am I only the other man, I ain't playing but check my street credentials, black man growing up looking sharper than a pencil, stable as the horses stables, I ain't going no where rhymes spreaded all over the damn tables, This n***a is able to do sh**, spit rhymes serving the world good music, I love my music so much, we bond together like b**hes and double dutch, I got the dutch chips to get my snack on, we be in the studio all night smoking drag on, reviewing different songs, grab onto my shoes, and I will show the world from a different point of view, view it my eyes cuz you know I be high, besides the fact that ignorance is bliss, I am that n***a on yo top ten mc list, get em