(Canibus) Yeah, let's go Yo, yo I put it to you so raw, you probably O.D. on the floor That's what you get for disagreeing with God The Lebron James Bond, my aim with the arm is so long That I can tag along with Socom I spit to the beat, flip like Swizz did to the beat At sunrise, I spit to the East n***as talk sh** in the streets, when they about to get released They ain't got no lip for the beast Make you strip like police, I point the heat From the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep Got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beak sh** is so deep, I check to make sure there's no leaks Looking like Jada in a black Jagari Half Jag, half Ferrari, the valet saw me Shorty want to know how the flesh work What's under my sweatshirt, that's why I hit the gym ‘till my chest hurt Next year summer I'ma k** the conjecture For now I'm just a hustler trying to give you my best work //