You 'ont no piece 'a' me son ya a**-is-soft/
I'll blast-you-off da map widda Kalashnikov
An' leave ya dead body wid Forty-four-shells-in/
My name ring bells like door-to-door-salesmen
Got young rappers claimin' they forgotten-my-name/
When I'm da primary reason you got-in-da-game
Introduced you to da frontline, I'm deep-in-da-trenches/
In crunchtime punchlines breach-ya-defences
Ask BloodSpillaz homey I ca' step-on-ya-crew/
Critics talkin' 'bout Crook like I'm second-to-who?
Who nicer-than-me, I got rappers bitin'-my-stee/
Eavesdroppin' anytime I'm recitin'-a-"free"
My "style" been copied, deez fags-tried-to-trace-me/
Coz l been nice since da days 'a' Cagney-And-Lacey
Bag-me-some-hazey, spark-me-a-Dutch/
An' take niggaz way back like Starsky-And-Hutch'
2nd Verse
I give a f*** if ya crew's-in-da-buildin'/ Coz ya
Album's like R.Kelly's sexlife; abusive-to-children
Man alla y'all rappers jus' spittin'-da-same/
You like Dr Dre coz you ain't doin' shit-for-"The-Game"
Widya lame-dress-code, you ain't on da same-threshold/
Ya Mixtape was wack, I came-widda-best-flows
Now I'm on par wid da Kane's-an'-da-Esco's/
An' G.-Rap's I'll leave bulletholes in ya knee-caps
I'm like Gandalf Da Grey in Lord-Of-Da-Rings;/
I fell to my death, then came back slaughtering-Kings
An' I 'ont care if you 'a' Veteran or little-beginner/
I grab da heater like it's da middle-of-Winter
Leave you wid gunshot holes da size-of-vinyls/
My flows paralyse-ya-spinal an' put Da Crown-on-ice
I sound-so-nice you thought that Big-Pun-was-back/
Plus I'm well known for totin' big-guns-on-tracks
I been murkin-for-years/ I dropped so many jewels, you
Thought I had butterfingers an' I worked-for-De-Beers....
I Want My Spot Back!
Seida-Crook is da past, Korea-Crook is da Future. I'm back.
At da Centre, it's Inventor of dis Art-of-Rap / Seida-Crook I'm da Genuine Artefact // Rappers know I spit Godly-Rap, I gave da Industry a Heart-Attack / Like "OH MY GOD-HE'S-BACK"!!!!!!! /
