Pushing the engine to the red line Exhaust rumbling, gasoline guzzling Stomping on the gas pedal Heavy metal blasting through the stereo Last action hero just found a needle in a haystack And we all know the chances of that Scratch like an alley cat, swinging like a battle-axe through the streets of the city The same roads that once flowed like the Mississippi Thank God, didn't need the coast guard to come and get me The water didn't get that high where I was living But presently ya boy been chilling I put the Cut, dog, in the shop to T-top the ceiling Reeling in this b**hes because they feel me in my lyrics I never talk it if I don't live it because that will get you picked apart by critics We do it in the dark and [?] but in will come the light in a matter of minutes I give it to ‘em, real sh**, minus the gimmicks From skateboard kids to stovetop chemists A lot of n***as hear it but hate on it because they fear it Waiting on the album and it's almost finished Gotta put the lock on the column of steering Because n***as see your old school and wanna get in it Just heard the gun store was having a clearance Buy every gun and bring it back to the building Reinforce this motherf**er like it's a fortress In case a n***a pull a [?] while I'm recording Goons in the room and they will be waiting for them You don't want to get an applauding from this audience It's nonsense if you talking of coming for the kid I hit your hoe with different strokes like the Drummond kids Roll through the club with two blonde haired chicks My hood n***as thought I was with the Olsen twins Because I do it so big on a 100 yard field I would still not fit