Its Like Clockwork Movin The Hands Of Time



Four MCs Four Minds Combined In Rhyme(x3)




And It Goes Like This



I'll Take It Straight To That Face Plate



Snatch And Make It Detach (what Now)



Cause What I Bring's The Natural Dispatch



I'm Magical



Word Up I Got It Like That



I'm Just Sayin Whats On My Mind



When I Rhyme



And Thats The Bottom Line



Heavy Stress Got A Nigga Thinkin That He Must Be Trippin



I'll Be Runnin Rings Around The Rhymes That They Be Whippin



And They Know It



But Still They Must Be Frontin



Cause I'm Sayin Somethin



That They Dont Wanna Hear



So Now Theres Nothin (nothin)



But Opposition To My Every Way Of Life



I'm Sayin I'm A Bring It On Cause I Must



Yo I'm Bustin Rhymes



Cause Its Fresh When You Def With Linguistic, Artistic



I Mean This Rap Thing, Is The Shit Kid (word Up)



Gettin Paid Is A Priority



No Doubt



So Run That Route



Well Quit The Runnin At The Fuckin Mouth



Yo It'll Never Be The Same, Like It Use To Be



Too Many Half Steppers That Wanna Be Up In The Industry



So Yo I Drop Some Science Every Demo I Make



It's Like, How You Livin Homes



Kinda Trife And It Aint That Great



I Wanna Mansion And A Yatch And All That Bullshit



The Niggas Compromise They Own Integrity To Get It



Now Maybe Thats The Price To Be Paid For The Riches



Sell Your Fuckin Soul To The Devil



Now Those Suns A Bitches (word)



Are Tryin To Tell Me That My Rhymes Is To Abbrasive And Agressive (what?)



My Street Warrior Attitude Aint Impressive




I Move Onto The Scene Like A Graphic



I Flow Like Traffic



I'm At My Peak Each And Ever Hour



When I Get A Rush



I Gotta Bus