Holdin' out the clock, how much time I got?

Till the hi-hat pops, the beat hits harder than a fighter's knock,

Out by the time I get to the fight that starts I might as well be saying my last words

Of course they've all been dropped

The charges ain't been pushed cause that's how fear fills us with fright

The Ryker's part is tiring, I heard them say it was Vicodin that the mind might have spinned the rider's wind

5 or ten bikers spin their hands to their waist where the iron hid

Shots went firin', they flying 'round the site that fired them

Many rappers got hidden fees, killing fees

Just ask about the mini jeep Diddy keeps by the kitchen sink in the middle east of Hilary's pocket

Many teens have been blocked before the tea hits the pot

M16s have they got, 15 to each house

How much cream to the crop do these OGs think they got?

Please just stop. The beat hits harder than weed lit up

The tears from years of fearing the tyranny falling down the cheek of a baby, its wailing

Might as well go sailing, in the water of clay that forces gays to fall off or pray

Let's bring it down a notch

Why can't I stop? It's a habit I can't break no matter how much it takes

I stab at the steak of rap 'till I get a jab at the pace

Make the tables turn way before the case adjourns

I came before the plate of stern looks and a cake of burns

I bring it back to the castle

The way this back and forth handles me in a way you can only imagine

How I bring greatness to masses

The pain way before passes, till I got back to the can when I wait for the pain to pass, to vanish

Run a mile or two, I hit that

Milestone, I grew to a sick track

File version is huge, I miss the kind of verse you spewed

This verse is huge; I kept the same style, no new stuff

'Till I find a version of you that hits my playlist of music

I rip the stick then fuse it, 'till I get a second to fit

The music, to my record room, I'd use it

The second I pick you to view my room of nuisance

Just cool it.

Just a misfit and a ruler holding the fort we built to pull stuff from the battle lines of Acula

I know I'm sounding repetitive

I'm trying to figure out my doses I deliver of sedatives

I don't play fair, I break chairs

All over your head and split the narrative

To seem like I wasn't

The one that was there and sprint

Away from the scene, they ain't chasing me

If they're chasing me, they'll break their knees as soon as they facing me

Sudden pain in the spleen

The rage of youth can't change my braveness

I'm mad, not nuts you cannot change it

Take a pick, you make me sick

So much the table breaks and the blanket slips

Nerves jerk so much the Earth quakes, like my cage of ribs

A ceramic plate of adjacent spit

I tried being patient, but my patience slipped

I can't take this shit

The weight of the whip that takes my lips of aristocrats and a make-a-wish

Kid, like Billy can't take a whip

He's faced worse than a murdering curse that evolves than dissolves in his plate of chips