[Intro: Black Kent] Yeah Turn the mic' on Mic is on, alright I feel like doing my thing on that one Can I do my thing ? Yes I can [Verse 1: Black Kent] Yeah, turn the mothaf**ing lights on Yeah and like pa** that rubber rubber Mommy wobble wobble going down undercover How could dumb dummy black be the lover's lover And I'm the hater's lover little pretty motherf**er Thats how they call a brother and I brawl a brother Your mama wants to love him man your lady wants to f** him And I'm barely joking with the mic dude And I'm barely choking Got yo b**hes' legs very open And that's very often I don't mean to b-b-brag but I got a hashish team for every hoven And I shine two, most of my n***as wear black masks They don't give a f** about swine flu I used to be the n***a dreamin about the television Now he is gone and you better beat him And I'm working on this beat by Dre In them beats by Dre And I'm trying to get a beat by dre, f** it [Hook] Roll that sh** Light that sh** Smoke that sh** Pa** that motherf**er Get that sh** Speak that homie Let me hit that sh** Pa** that mothaf**er [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] Mr. Wordsmith spit the words which saliva found the surface Pit stocks take a forecast surgeon have the surgery You come out of line your best punch lines from your best verses I'm still sh**ting on fools even if I spit my word sh** Syrup gimme a turp better than turpentine In layman's I lay n***as down with one rhyme, because I don't want you f*ggots on my dick There's two reasons to be afraid: b**hes and Black Kent Two reasons don't act crazy with these guns in my clique See I don't get caught by that V.I. sh** I shoot a silent movie ?? Uh-uh I ain't playing mothaf**ers I got three cannons big as Jonas Brothers Afraid is the rage then slit throats and graze you I hate you n***as f** it I guess I'm racist Cali and the V.A. sh** n***a we made sh** [Hook]