[CHORUS:]

"Where they at? Where they at c'mon (x 5)"

From the bottom of my heart

I must declaim

the deranged mind state.

I find hate surrounding me

so I clown a G

and his rebuttal is

"Cas stop bein' a ass "

It makes me think

what'll ever stop the angry

when they wanna throw thangs wit' me?

They're aware I'll bang 'em

because of examples

I have made out of humans

doom when they toy with my thought train,

they're caught plain and simple,

but some will attempt to pull jammies

so I slam with these,

ram these, all into his jaw,

and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,

'cause I can be doin' better things with my time,

my pen enlightens the page I puncture

my rage is brunt to show you

what flow too through hard times

and times when my pen

is my only friend,

I'm lonely

then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell,

and I hope this busi-ness pays well,

cause its fly to me

but not worth the anxi-e-ty,

I wish I can BE all I CAN, B,

so the man see his full potential,

with them phrases

get you into dazes,

praise this overlordian

who got shit for the naughty men,

here we go-

[CHORUS:]

"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)"

Hut. Hut. Hike.

I strike like angry employees

It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these.

Please stop drop and roll a spliff

lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped

then I stomp 'em like a brush fire

'cause I get much flyer

even in the clutch

I adjust and bust skills