I to play the drums (ah ha ah ha) In such a way (come on, come on) And around will say You ought to him play (lick shots) Ya'll At your leakin' I'm days, no weekend Vacation, You ain't it? We're Ruling the scene now Can't it Ain't an MC in the bay that could see B-List they couldn't through my sneakers Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus My alive all my lyrics are wild creatures If- had teeth they'd rip you to pieces beast of speech Priest of Hip Hop That shit treason My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!" Whatever it is you got we don't it Kick Rocks. You see I'm right? Beat it! These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming I wrote while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden streaming My rhymes are I'm by the river You Babylon songs II'm a Yoda Yo, my tongue does son Run pum pum This is I proceed the mission And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm of blends Classic of diction Surgically written Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click stiff to the playback Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it I'm saying since 2006 And you still sound like you ridin' Thought's dick Counterfeit on some half off shit Same cats wanna give my dap shit Walk around the bar like they false tits (oh on) You can light a of this Arabs and robbers I chop off Hip Hop fanatics better run and KRiS If I see you on stage I'm a run and BLITZ! I'll play and play and play and play more As no on ever played the drums At times I catch vibe and my so sick Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did On- To the Grill Feel it in my fingers when I it in Killin' 'em, because they only push to minimum Please I give them what never seen My style has more than syllables Azeem make you fell the hand my minds a Hulk 10 years Each fresher then the one is You can't catch-up unless you got a wrist A mountain of coke and help every rapper that lived in the biz Cheers.. Ask you're who's the illest On the mic screaming "Ismail to kill us"