I be silent like stealth screwin on the silencer
annticipatin for the kill now i’m a have to sicence
ya packin more heat than the sun that’s my word
you stepped in my patch and got instantly murdered
now that your dead i’m so glad cause you deserved
it you was worthless had you taken out due to a
nervous destintive purpose you’r a bad mother
freaker true indeed my brotha i punish the punisher
he comith the summoner i played around with death
as if it was a game like chess not even bullet proof
rest can protect your chest i bring the pain like baby
tasha up on the mic andum brooklyn keeps on
talking it and me too came to get some me without
the mic be like the smif without the wessun wetting
niggaz with my rhymes i’m lyrically handsome the king
plus the ransome now follow the move ment from
africa to canton stompya feet say drunken for the kingdom
tiger for your soul now throw your fist we the champion
buck buck buck buck a yo how many mc’s must i run
through before they figure out there ain’t no freakin
with my crew one two i break it down and set it off
for all peoples coz, when i grab the mic there won’t
be no kind of sequels kooya roscoe umail the freshest
flipino you better know your role like rob deniro in casion
ain’t no equals i keep it raw wit syles you can dig that word
to drunken tiger and my dj james jhig