What the fuck? Yo Dashie (Yeah what up man?), what is this man? Yo I think you lost your damn mind if you ask me for real (Well I'm talking to myself so…)

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

People say I lost it, I think I really found it

Dashie in the cut, nothing you can do about it

When twenty thirty two drops, you can't get around it

Them prototype gats 'bout to have the place surrounded

I don't think you see him, I don't think you do man

You listen to my songs, have you feeling like a new man

Dashie ain't a noob man, I'll give yo' ass the boot man

You know I rock the show, people used to call me Truman

Oh man, I don't care what you think

I got punch lines, I ain't talkin' 'bout the fruit drink

And I'm moving fast, so I wouldn't let your eye blink

You tell me you the shit, oh no, wonder why your group stink

Anyway I do this everyday

I cause an avalanche, nothing like a Chevrolet

You hear the 808, see Dashie lost the weight

But still people saying "Yo, he really took the cake"

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think I lost it, I can't find it

I can't find it, no, I can't find it

You wanna test me go right ahead

My sixteen bars will leave you dead

MCs wanna test your boy now

I don't know why 'cause I will destroy them

This Dashie, you should already know

The Prototype Boys 'bout to kill the radio

Phew, I ain't lose jack, man, you lose it a minute

Take a while to get it back then when you get it in

Hold on tight

All this from the dome playa, I don't write

Sike! I write a mean sixteen

I'm doin' good now, I got a sick sick team

And we about to be the hottest ones up on the shelf

I don't wanna make you, but it's damn near twelve

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it

I think you lost it, I think you lost it

I think you lost—I-I-I-I think you lost it