yo I'm that ill sniper on a silo half a mile from the interstate
monocle on ya vehicle, verbal chemist gon' create
that chain reaction accident, bolt action on a dub plate
blow ya tire with that prarie fire straight outta farm state
now you careenin, tires sqeal behind you but it's too late
you jackknifed and screamin, see how I retaliate?
I roll with grain wagons, cornbread and chili sate
my appetite, I eat right and contemplate your fate
you roll odometers with mileage, tractor style count the hours
ATF and industr'l hemp, a convergence of the real powers
I throw that thunder style like I was april showers
TMNT? you right: we the renaissance in flower
don't live large, I hold it down, and that's true now or
later sucka, true rimers make em fakers cower
battle song comin on strong, between the sweet and sour
general tzu like who? in the elevator, in your tower
bib overalls and shitkicker boots, I'm coming louder