Who's the suspicious character strapped
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like
It's time to dethrone you clones,
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
'Cause I'm like the Wizard and
you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be when I return
hittin' like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin' caps pulled low,
Subtractin' all the rappers who lack,
Severe facts have brought this rap
So as I have in the past, I whoop ass
Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex
While the world's revolvin'
I come with mad love and plus the
The wilderness is filled with this
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when
I be bringin' salvation through
And you know, and I know,
Work through worldly problems,
When the mic's within my reach,
Stealing at least three minutes
It's often easier for one to give advice
Than it is for a person to run
That's why I can't be caught
I keep my soul tight and let these lines
The apparatus gets blessed,
and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got
The wackness is spreadin' like
MC's lucked up and got paid but still
can't make the fuckin' grade
How many times are wannabes
they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness
The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
On the microphone you know
that I'm one of the best yet
ridin' high on the jet-set
With With juvenile rhymes makin'
fake-ass death death threats
here's something you can feel
I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out you be like,
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip,
giving you a verbal ass whip
Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick,
why is the press all on my di-dick?
Don't try it, I'm about to start
more than a friggin' riot
and nuccas that's suckas, yo
Them motherfuckers are harrassable
For I be speaking from my parables
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit,
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon
Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes,
Word is bond you know my steez