[Intro]: Yeah, yeah. Ladies and gentlemen. We got Reef The Lost Cauze and Eyego/Direct in the house tonight. They'd like to play one of their new tunes. It's pretty funky [Verse One]: Yo, I punch n***as in the face for livin', disgrace the system Counterparts wilin' 'til we state prison Used to tape Prism for videos of hockey games Spittin' in the mirror, no lie, I used to copy Kane This not be game, this is real life Spittin' since '89 motherf**er, I'm still nice Yellow pad, black pen, I still write I always said y'all couldn't make albums, I'm still right I'm live action, you movin' still like Quick as a cat k** mice I crush steel mics That makes me Superman homie So I murder you, you, you and your stupid a** homie Line 'em up Anyone who want to see the man Don't slap me five, I'll f** around and eat your hand I'm gon' ruin your life, you're gon' give me a hand I don't even rhyme I just came here to see the band [Hook]: How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? I've been nice since I was on a big wheel I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm kind of a big deal Spit straight from the heart, you know this sh**'s real So what you rhyme homie, big deal How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? [Verse Two]: I get trapped in between the lines Just cause I rap don't mean you won't get clapped between the eyes You think you nice, I'm actually surprised You a tranny understand me, not naturally a guy I got the trashiest mind and get nasty as swine Koch is the label of what they asked me to sign I want the f**in' paper You sharp as some scissors they used to use to cut construction paper Since kindergarten I've been retarded Literally Look at this sh** you started! Damn that was wrong of me Motherf**ers can not name one wack song from me And if they can't they don't know good music It ain't real to me unless the hood approves it So keep a quiet tongue, before I fire guns Like blaaow! [Hook]: How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? I've been nice since I was on a big wheel I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm sort of a big deal Spit straight from the heart, you know this sh**'s real So what you rhyme homie, big deal How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? [Verse Three]: Try to spar with me your mind will melt They used to praise Jesus and whip slaves That's why they call they self the Bible Belt I started my own label, just to sign myself I'm always sayin' I'm the illest just to remind myself He's major cake, three layers You just a motherf**in' fall guy, Lee Majors I was the kid in the cla** who would always eat paper I spit darts, you a big prick, cheap razor I'm the illest in the game, the east savior Any rhyme bout, no doubt, Sharif favored And if not, you better check those odds I be right at your door, you better check those logs No new tricks, I don't respect those dogs I pull up pipes on you, like we 'bout to check for clogs If we can't make payroll We stickin' up white boys at St. Joe's, let's go Hawks! [Hook]: How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? I've been nice since I was on a big wheel I'm Reef The Lost Cauze, I'm sort of a big deal Spit straight from the heart, you know this sh**'s real So what you rhyme homie, big deal How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it? How ya feel about it?