No longer on the low I gotta flow is what I mean

Let the critics know they can't tamper with the Jolly Green

No longer on the low because my flows be tight

On my own shit A to the G is what I be like

The Neighborhood Sickness makes you feel the pain

But the Medicine got the brain numb like novacaine

Red hot Got the Flavas Show & A got the flavas

Now come on with the get down

The full blitz when I bewitch the song

More flavors than the freaky 411 Joe Bitch got on

Next Level is what it's Time For

'94 missed us, but check us when nine pound wind down

Forget my fame, because my aim is the riches

Even Robert DeNiro, he ain't seen more witches

The street is filled with chickens, some finger-licking

I need that queen that represents by all means

You're bopping your head, now watch it spread like cancer

On the move like go-go, burn you like Jo Jo

Dancer, you can't relate because my raps are the roughest

Retaliate, but you wrath is roughless

No human being seeing me is rare

Time has took its toll, I can tell by your tears

A man among children, and my records make a killing

Like tobacco, I got a fat flow, worth a million

You'd better breeze cause you're finished

You'll get sprayed like afro sheen, got more green than spinach

Time to roll, got my squad on patrol

Trying to find phony fellas faking like they got soul