Two twenty//
Five eleven vertical view//
Try steppin and get ya very own surgical crew//
... Wonderin where I'm at?,
I'm the one in the back, the fitted on,
we can get it on, just yell it over the intercom//
..I'LL BE THERE, Like a young mike singin to somthin young ripe//
Sever oppositions//
Leave'm walkin wit one nike into the SUNLIGHT,
yuda thought he escaped from a gunfight//
1 mic spittin over a beat that would attract millions..//
On some dilla, hi-tek and-preem? I might test ya team//
Fuck around and be my next cuisine//
Make it rain right after I intercept ya cream, nigga!//
...Vicious wit a pen and a pad,
stick wit'm like Jack Tripper and the bitches he had//
Got to many styles,
you don't wanna scrimmage the fad,
id be like diggin in a fear factor mystery bag...