Yo I'm usually polite

But on my tape boy I'll cuss your ass out like Dolemite

Hold the mic with a tight grip, start representing

SPC president hitting freaky like Bill Clinton

K-Rino, my Black Book spoke once

It said, "How the fuck you come up with this shit and you don't smoke blunts"

Lyricist breaker, life taker, punish a faker

So make another mistake, I'ma run 70 blocks

Then cock my mic up, nothing to wipe up

Been ripping since my crib stage

Words pop lungs cracking your rib cage

You beating me face to face?

You got a better chance of hitting a Grand Slam with nobody on base