[Gift Of Gab:]

Rappers step to me like I'm a doormat

Check the format, I pour raps

Not your average everyday hardcore act actin'

I'm like a mac 10, a uzi and a AK-47

Rollin' with crazy kids like Bebe

Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays

I ride the bus with a dream of one day lampin' inside of a Mercedes

Benz with sheepskin interior

And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed

I'm large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta dis

Sip a bottomless cup of brew and I'm getting raw to this

If a rapper tries to step, I rip and slaughter his ass

Some shit, he oughta just swallow his pride and get to following this

I'm marvelous like Marvin Haggler in his prime

I carve kids like a dagger with my mind

I start shit with rappers who can't rhyme

I spark spliffs cuz I don't stagger when I'm high

But when I'm drunk I do, punk I do not acknowledge wackness

I gotcha grandma doin' backflips and tumbles

I rumble through the jungle with Ollie and Frasier

Call me the savior of hip hop

I rip shop and get my proppers

Come get with this ak, my style is akwards

I never mock words, I talk towards the inner city youth

Revealing it, the truth

I'm feeling that the proof is in the pudding

I put men that would end hip hop in my shop and I torture



[Chorus:]

Check out my lyric fathom

Check it brothers, really, check it out



[Gift Of Gab:]

As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle

Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically

Apparently niggas wanna sleep still

Keep still, I'm packin' the a heap of skills

I'm rhyming to keep an ill mind, Saddam type shit

Your arm might get snapped like a twig

Rap like a nig-g