I was born with the mic in my hand
Then I took it from Medina to the SI land
I pulled up on the block, got off the truck
It was the first of pit stops,
the era of the spinning top
that was something I had identified with
Myself and RZA make trips to the BX
A mass of ferocious MC's,
We knew we would get a reward
Just a cadence of the verbal expressions
Tore the troops out the frame
when they challenged the most
Thorough from well concealed,
firing positions we let off the most
Dangerous with that slang
that's just to shatter the coast
They say I rhyme like the
than the dice just dropped
Especially if I'm rollin'
Then the point is definitely proven
Cause with the jizz a -holin'
I walk Broadway from Quincy to Myrtle
Back to Quincy, cut careers,
They heard the legend, run to the Revin'
But headaches and blackouts
then it's time to give those that's
so you can see where they from.
And since the product is good,
we gonna swing it from the slums,
We still search through the crates
for songs that just breaks
At times we play legendary
Water that flooded the stands
The violence that nature had triggered
The violence of man that was bloodshed
From what's said, audible threats
Publicized regrets, wanted it live or dead
While the rest kept babbling
Since the competition already
slayed him in the scrimmage
He continued to tarnish that
In the sport, when they come short,
Then they broke, lose their homes,
The rhyme could be a blunt object
that'll be torture growth
This is witty, unpredictable,
knock the chip off your shoulder
Strike like the perfect bowler
from what was hard to manage
Punishment swift and sudden,
unparalleled with vantage
where you froze and can't speak
temperatures of that peak
then it's time to give those
that's coming up some fun
So you can see where they from
It's just a product, it's good
We gon' sling it from the slums