Verse one:
You wanna front what?
Jump up and get bucked
If youand're feeling lucky duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta mcand's and make em faggot flambe
Your nine spray my mind spray
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results youand're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldnand't come to the jungles of the east poppin that game
You wonand't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
I donand't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope i slang
Iand'm a true master you can check my credentials
Cuz i choose to use my infinite potentials
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
Origin is unknown like the jubas
Iand've accumulated honies all across the map
Cuz iand'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
Iand'm the mack so i donand't need to tote a mac
My attack is purely mental and its natureand's not hate
Itand's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
Youand'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
You donand't know enough math to count the mics that i ripped
Keep the dirty rotten scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
Verse two:
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
Youand're rattlinand' on and on and ainand't sayin nothing
Thatand's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with dirty rotten
Have you forgotten, iand'll tap you [jaw]
I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
Made frauds bleed every time i gand'd
Cuz iand've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
Pseudo psychos i play like michael
Jackson when iand'm bustin ass and breakin backs
Inhale the putrified aroma
Breathe too deep and youand'll wind up coma-
Tose the king iand'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique cuz iand'm a hard rock knocka
I gotcha, out on a limb iand'm about to push you off the brink
Let you draw your craw but you burninand' shot breaks
When the east is in the house you should come equipped
Verse three:
Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
Donand't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Cuz i blow up spots like the world trade center
Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
The techand's technique cuz heand's a technician
Wishin heand'll go away wonand't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock
Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
And you donand't got your crew
Pull your glock but you donand't got the heart
You was webbed straight from the start
Bought a tool and didnand't learn how to use it
Got lost in brooklyn so you had to lose it
Just for frontin you got that ass waxed
