Verse 1
Now now settle down children and let me introduce myself
Unless you wanna nine pointed to your eye shut up lemme do myself
My own technique is Immortal, more deadly than what lingers around the house of a hoarder
Samuel Jackson "Oh you're done? Allow me to retort"
It is what it is, up close or in text I dominate like a primal primate
Knowing what's wrong in the world, and I'm just in my prime mate
Me and you is not even competition, not even stalemate
Don't push me, this is Hip Hop, wack emcees like you get put in shiny crates.
Verse 2
You talk about Bum-rushes as if it's a game
Homie please that's like a little tickle to me, y'all know my name
MC SLUMS come quick and in full effect brining the old skool back, no shame in that
As a matter of fact, Tie you up, and leave you laid out on railroad tracks
Rip ya up, trip ya up you know I bring the pain
Insane in the brain rip out your vocal cords leave you sounding like Wayne