my lyrics are poppin like its bubble season
im the best for more then just a couple of reasons
i spit so much out got trouble breathing
im a nightmare thats the reason ur having trouble sleepin
spit with panic attack you cant handle that
im hot like candle wax so they have to fan the track
and with that high speed im chosen but why me
i be the best i can be bars got more flavor then hi c
i spit mean like satans inside of me
im takin the top no debatin where il be
i claimed the top always will be in the same spot
on a level so high im lookin down on rain drops
i stay in the spot whether its for fame or not
but the game i got with no key but a chain and lock
my train of thought sharp itll break a rock
i hate to talk before i can make the walk
you maybe crazy if you think im not the man
my bars cookin ya i got the pots and pans
i cannot be canned and you cant top me man
you cant stop me man not a chance(damn)
wait and see were on the same streak as the 72 dolphins
were both problems good luck gettin help to solve em
you fallin if you steppin up and you aint gettin up
guess what even if the irish gave you the best of luck
you still couldnt ever mess with us you would mess it up
cruisin through the game but yet could rev it up
go into next gear im the best you hear spit
infest ur ear quick, take over, and test your spirit
your in rearview to far back to be in clear view
so i cant hear you the opposition, i steer through
im here who thinks they got talent and skills
you fearful, so i make sure to challenge ur will
i stay sick and ill but i handle it still
i mantle a kill, put it next to the antlers and quilts
at the top dont trespass spit nasty like my breaths bad
only time im behind when they save the best for last
health insurance gotta be sick to earn the cash
flammable so i catch fire tracks get burnt to ash