Yo money dnt b running outta wordz kid!
In my lifetime i've written more than 5 million lines
More than four-thousand five-hundred n twenty-nine rhymes
Side winders wind up da length of my spine
9 boosters combine n then enters my mind
My turbines r designd to masta words o' da worst kind
I dnt get writers block
I just write 'till i stop.
Then i transfer da verse to da mic dat i rock
My skill puts me in a tight spot
Like it or not
I'll keep spitting cos dats da only hype dat i got
I'm obsessd wit da text dat my traks posess
Cos i dnt do more or less
I just do it da best
Yes Yes!I skill kill dats wat i do to da rest
I AM hazardous to da most degree
N this is da most of me ya'll folks shud see
N this is as close to me ya'll folks shud be
I picture u laffn now like da jokes on me
U know wat?I dnt give a fuk ferociously
I rip a lip deliverd wit a militant script
Just for da thrill of it is always y i'm willing to spit
They scream "Bat u beta quit cos u killing this shit!"
Note to self "just know self is still in this bitch"
My lyrics groupd n hood rich
Neva to switch
So bottom line man...this is why i am at a wide span
I'll touch u so many times...u'll feel like i got 5 hands!