back to the wall with my pockets empty...to many bills got me grippin my semi...chasing these words with some henny/
undisputed rapper of the century...watch what you say when you mention me...so many haters i feel like a celebrity/
if theirs a battle i cant back down like Fifty Cent...so for my sins i repent...gotta sell drugs to pay rent/
write these verses to vent...shit raps my only commitment...spent the last six years with open ears learning/
building my skills to leave the booth burning...my siccness is contagious as long as the cd's turning...thats for certain/
my music is disturbing...taking rap to another level...a Tac-Town Underground rebel...making bitchs tremble/
reflection in the mirror of a devil...mixing hi-hats, strings, claps, snares with the bass and the treble/
gimmi the mic and watch me deliver...eating up bitchs like i'm big lurch and you a young womans liver/
making cuts like the beats weed and my verses are some scissors...breaking it apart like a log into slivers/
everybody wants this rose in the concrete to wither...dont call me a loser when i'm known in the booth as a winner/
a mushroom cloud laying muthafucka...phase ten chronic smoker always getting smokey like chris tucker/
I rap circles round fucking suckas...while a blunt meets my lips...dumping out pain like clips to ya hips/
future brighter then all the Las Vegas strips...product coming from ships...oh shit...ten more new wips/
from simple flips from sixteen zips...dont talk shit or diss unless you got a deathwish...blacken ya eye with my fist/
this EBK will leave you resting in piss...in a battle i grab the mic and dismiss...screaming "Get Out The Way" like Ludacris/
haters cant see me like U.N. Inspectors...just call me Saddam...spitting words heated call Em Napalm/
dropping bombs burning the stage like a rhode island nightclub...another war i guess nothing was learned from vietnam/
58,000 dead countless families mislead by empty promises said...instead they broke calling a box they bed...where the government at?/
read my life through my tats...they re-act my past...in the laundry mat cleaning off the blood of a rat...smoking a blunt in my L.A. Hat/
i'm high all the time...rising like gas prices this madman...got you in a crisis as if ya living in iraq or afganistan/
living in the sand...i'll smack ya face with my hand...talk all that shit while you can..STAND...smoke you and then we taking ya land/
wanna battle? I'll make ya verse fall apart like the columbia...its tragic smooth beats make ya listen its magic...have to admit/
my shits funky like week old grits its the shit...piss me off and i'm sicking my brindle pit...philly in my hand and i'm taking another hit/
i'm so high i could piss and make a bird look up...if its bacardi or hennessy you can pour me a cup...spinning with double vision/
got me wishing my job was on the mic...spitting suspicous lyrics to make a christian start cringing...flipping another brick is my mission/
bills to pay gotta make that money today...weigh out sacks to stay on top...i cant stop...every city got a crooked cop/
this is more then some hip hop...i'm repping blue nose till my body drops...producing bumping music to make ya eardrums pop/
undisputed rapper of the century...watch what you say when you mention me...so many haters i feel like a celebrity/
if theirs a battle i cant back down like Fifty Cent...so for my sins i repent...gotta sell drugs to pay rent/
write these verses to vent...shit raps my only commitment...spent the last six years with open ears learning/
building my skills to leave the booth burning...my siccness is contagious as long as the cd's turning...thats for certain/
my music is disturbing...taking rap to another level...a Tac-Town Underground rebel...making bitchs tremble/
reflection in the mirror of a devil...mixing hi-hats, strings, claps, snares with the bass and the treble/
gimmi the mic and watch me deliver...eating up bitchs like i'm big lurch and you a young womans liver/
making cuts like the beats weed and my verses are some scissors...breaking it apart like a log into slivers/
everybody wants this rose in the concrete to wither...dont call me a loser when i'm known in the booth as a winner/
a mushroom cloud laying muthafucka...phase ten chronic smoker always getting smokey like chris tucker/
I rap circles round fucking suckas...while a blunt meets my lips...dumping out pain like clips to ya hips/
future brighter then all the Las Vegas strips...product coming from ships...oh shit...ten more new wips/
from simple flips from sixteen zips...dont talk shit or diss unless you got a deathwish...blacken ya eye with my fist/
this EBK will leave you resting in piss...in a battle i grab the mic and dismiss...screaming "Get Out The Way" like Ludacris/
haters cant see me like U.N. Inspectors...just call me Saddam...spitting words heated call Em Napalm/
dropping bombs burning the stage like a rhode island nightclub...another war i guess nothing was learned from vietnam/
58,000 dead countless families mislead by empty promises said...instead they broke calling a box they bed...where the government at?/
read my life through my tats...they re-act my past...in the laundry mat cleaning off the blood of a rat...smoking a blunt in my L.A. Hat/
i'm high all the time...rising like gas prices this madman...got you in a crisis as if ya living in iraq or afganistan/
living in the sand...i'll smack ya face with my hand...talk all that shit while you can..STAND...smoke you and then we taking ya land/
wanna battle? I'll make ya verse fall apart like the columbia...its tragic smooth beats make ya listen its magic...have to admit/
my shits funky like week old grits its the shit...piss me off and i'm sicking my brindle pit...philly in my hand and i'm taking another hit/
i'm so high i could piss and make a bird look up...if its bacardi or hennessy you can pour me a cup...spinning with double vision/
got me wishing my job was on the mic...spitting suspicous lyrics to make a christian start cringing...flipping another brick is my mission/
bills to pay gotta make that money today...weigh out sacks to stay on top...i cant stop...every city got a crooked cop/
this is more then some hip hop...i'm repping blue nose till my body drops...producing bumping music to make ya eardrums pop/
