[Intro: Gill from Street Fighter 3]
[Verse 1: Kris James!]
Even though he rolls with no penal code
They still scouting for the boy like he Webelos
That's what you need to know to rule like Caesar though
Plus you gotta have that funky cold medina flow
Heat the soul
Don't want it to decompose
The reaper's cold
Wanting you to treat your nose
So he can go right to the next one like a melody
That's dark like Melanie
So wrong like a felony
Pop us off like Kennedys just let us speak
Your many flaws are real obvious like signs from the weak
Got you red in the face like the Petes
Or the cheeks of my lovely girl's thong peach
As far as I'm concerned we gon' all eat
So all I ask for in return is don't cross me
If you decide not to learn you'll be in sheets
Ready to be put 6 feet deep under this here beat
And that's to whoever wants to compete
Desire's high & the money's low
I'm on the grind like a stripper pole
I'm on the grind like I did some blow
Don't waste my time & make this difficult
The light is lime let me get the Cokes
You think you fly but you's a chicken though
And it's real quick to show
Cause you're too strict you know?
Bruh you really need to relax more
Take a chill pill, go vacation or something
Always with the stress you constantly bugging
But now I know why you were struggling
Saw you were a hack, that's word to Jim Duggan
[Verse 2: NK30]
Eat rappers like cannibals
But first dip 'em in Danimals
After that, wash up & clean up collateral
Cause me & KJ! the quickest, sickest of amalgamations
While you just got high & played Playstation
Instead of arms with condos
Teach kids to be head honchos, pronto
End of the convo
Teach to be an upstart to an start up
More of a New Jack, not a Paul Blart mall cop
But like Fujin, I've been known to spit whirlwinds
With the flow of DOOM, the physical frame of Fing Fang Foom
Jokes like The Lampoon & force of a monsoon
So f** the fake forced fallacies by rap G's
k** 'em all then block all verbal synapsies
And now, I really don't mean to boast
But these n***as too animated, I felt it in my ghost
Set fire to that a** & roast
And heat the soul
Just a stone's throw from fool's gold
And still would rap off Best Buy's bankroll, I'm sold
Got tracks burning like ethanol
I'll snipe ya, I'm even Leon's Professional
Put it on your dashboard confessional
Set fire to that a** & roast
And heat the soul