[Intro] Check... Damn, n***a, what you waitin' for? Get down, n***a! [Verse 1: Hopsin] People say my level is devilish when I rhyme (Yeah) You sick of these n***as flowin', you'll never get sick of mine (Nope!) You could tell that I be ahead of these n***as rhymes (Man!) f** listenin' to 'em, I'd rather be sick and die (If I) Put it into it then he better be sick as I (Because I'm) Very selective when it come to the sh** I buy (Because) Half the sh** that's out now, man, I wouldn't spend a dime (I'd rather) Spend the last of my money on burgers and some fries But I ain't got no problem with rippin' it how you want it I'm wicked, I rip it, hit to the sickest if I'm up on it To this rap game, I'm like icing on the cake Sike, you know my play, you get