Yo, when niggas blurtin' it's flirtin' with death,
consider yourself curtains
I'm nasty, you ask me, am I disgusting?
Straight shittin', I'm great spittin'
Get great hittin' off the Great Britain's
Instead I'm from the Michigan State
I keep a nigga on his toes
Know your place and get your floor raised
so it probably wouldn't make
I'll leave you with two words
however you want the word
put them where the maggots is
Who that baddest nigg, young Lazarus?
Damn, dawg, it's been a bit,
I'll rise up, surprise cause
We the shit, chillin' where the flies was
Now judge, haters make me nauseous
Blog us, we did it while we prosper
I can see the storm coming,
Radar, nine months waiting,
Niggas stay sharp, call a razor
And no I'm not gangsta, it's anger
For niggas tryna play me like Sega
You faker, thought I was soft
I'm a mad man on a song bearing arm
I'm the truth when I step in the booth
Chill a minute with me and
Touch of death, poetical, interesting,
Even assuming I'm better,
Changing the plans of what you
thought that I couldn't do, man
Metaphoric, expressing the lesson,
No matter which way that I turn,
in the analytical synthesis
Mizzle, mizzle, mizzle from the drizzle
Get you ready for the eye control
satisfaction from the rapture
Be a witness as I come back
Step up, microphone check up
Be a witness as I come back
Step up, microphone check up