Intro:

Niggas can't hold me back

We ain't comin' for no bullshit

Niggas talking all that yackedy yack word up

Verse 1:

Here's to Mrl Keith Murray

the Mr. Pictionary

The Mr. quicck to fuck shit up in a hurry

ON the mic I'll squash you little Ms. Philosoophy

With atomic technological atrocity

I find it very ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me

the supersonic Def Squad MC

Get bird's eye view

And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus

With futuristic linguistics

Ballistics be twisted like physics (word up)

Niggas be like how you come up wit this shit

But it's automatic, I'm inorganic

With the ability to travel nine planets

Niggas can't undrstand it, please

I spark the brain of your G's

We could battle for car keys and car titles

House deeds and bank accounts to make it final

I got what you need

The most homicidal words to co9me out of a human being

Mind state sick like Idi Amin

Hook:

You can do what ya got to

And say what you may

But niggas gonna come outside wit gun play anyway

So I play the game

And let the ball bounce where it may

And roll with Def Squad and L.O.D. everday X2

Verse 2:

Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right out and grad ya

The hype got you like gimmy

Don't let it have ya

I'll knowck you skeezas pleasers black like Jesus

Never lost in the jungle

Navigators with caesars

Instead dare iz a dark side said by Red

I'm consciously, crusciously coming for your head

I'm from a small coast call stay out my path

And from a big city called foot up in your ass

Jeep