[Chorus: B-Swizz] Everything I do, everything I say Gets taken in a different way So when I come at you, you better be afraid Cuz I ain't got time to play Don't mix my words That'd be absurd We all know who's gonna make it first Don't hate on me Cuz I'm the guy to beat If your gonna change you words don't talk about me Don't...Don't talk to me. 4x [Verse 1: B-Swizz] Don't talk buddy, get your facts straight Cuz I ain't got time for that hate I say one thing, these kids hear another All cuz they know I'm a co*ky motherf**er It's like the truth is my words they decode Cuz they're nothing like you've heard before My raps are get up n go. I got the flow Drop one tape then I'm at it some mo' Battling foes, going toe for toe I'm the best, yeah you know These words are set in stone In my own lane, don't gotta be shown I hold the crowne, oops I meant crown But don't worry these fools will be here to correct me any minute now Rappers want me to dim it down This rhythmic sound Can explode and tear this whole place down I'm the best it's no debate now You comin up short n this a race now Showin up tracks until there's no competition I can tell I'm dope but y'all don't want to listen To a dude like me, spit so violently B-Swizz the K I N G You already know I don't got time to play But these fools got time to change everything I say [Chorus: B-Swizz] [Verse 2: Brendan "Sweezy" Hynes] Zip it I don't want to hear it Mimic a manican, I'm a maniac a minute I got a feeling you don't want it Let a motherf**er get it I'm going to flip the bird tell the hatas sit and spin it Plenty endo, way out the window Bumping Eminem's Kim track for the demo Demo? Listen to my CD [?] Please, Roll with some Gz Straight out the gate we came into beat You bang industry beats Man, y'all s**ers need to get with it I'm so f**ing dope I can sing with it B-Swizz put me on the beat Don't talk we going to pop out your teeth Lets pump up the beat Sicker than many and many don't want to hear me I'm hopping up out the phantom and grabbing up on her fanny Compare me to Marshal Mathers, Not asking them for a Grammy Don't dare me to get blammy My ammo can up the Annie Ugh, and CB could beat your b**h deep b**h, nobody wants your CD So don't talk like half of Rock City I'm back and off plenty And by plenty I mean too many [Chorus: B-Swizz]