Dama Nilz verse: Smooth sailing im through waiting Gotta get my crew lacing since the days of brew breaking Chillen on the stoop chasing Paper, d**, and whatever else sh**, ill be ga**ed if i said i could do better by myself My kinda level on the shelf can't be measured by the metric Not enough tape for my spectrum or crates for my collection Through the section of the silence Knowledge god, for the mindless Youll find this time capsule, think they called me "your highness" (all hail the queen!) And if they would it will be well deserved Off with they heads, ask the last f** who tried to test my word Dont stress ya heard, precise when i damage and severe Bread handling better than Hansel and Grettle No lee-way, when i speed up on the freeway Spit the type of fire you can cremate Shes great, but dont you dare ask her for sh** When Dama there with a mask and a grip You getting nothing b**h