im a slow motion rapper with a sick my mind
i keep my clip close to my hands to start my grind
my lyrics are so sick that means my songs are dyin
look at me do i look like the typa nigga that be lyin
flying, i helped 50 cent write songs on get rich or die tryin
when you look at me, wear shades coz my bling is shinin
too much noise from the lyrics now my eyes are cryin
i live life like jesus that means them angels im ridin
im tough i could with tyson
i go foward so that means im tryin
suckin,cuttin.hustlin
so that means im fightin fo tha fame but tha game is so tight im winnin
im fly i know kingz from around the world
i know king cole, king kong and king dong
king kai, king arthur and king pai
king loui, king varuci who got killed by an italian guy named baruski
king zus, king lun who married and chinese chick named chi-yun
now i can crack the world like the liberty bell
divide gods kingdom and the kingdom of hell
take them lame rappers and lock them to an alien cell