On the real I freak techniques and beats in my sleep

The mack back in action show skills when I speak

Watch my leak when I bring it to your face

I still corner dimes but in the nine I'm on a paper chase

Glass rocks mega tops Tims on your block

Holding heat like crock pots and keeping g's in my socks

(So what's up hopps?)

I got to keep it tight like seams

'Cause ain't no fiends

Coming in between me and my dreams

See what I mean, black?

I keep it real like that

F a "word is bond"

I need stocks and bonds from these ill raps

Rappers won't see me with contacts, friend

So, please act you've got a Siamese twin and think again

'Cause in the end I start off with flavor

Next to bless your chest with freestyle fantasia

Smooth behavior

Seeing rappers as illusions

Meaning they disappear but I'm hear to keep you moving

chorus:

Everybody, move ya body!

Everybody, move ya body!

Everybody, move ya body!

I don't think twice, kid

You know I bring it to ya live

(repeat)

See, I don't get writer's block

Yo, I block other writers

And there's been nights I had to wear sniper attire for biters

Don't make that same mistake and get scarred, retard

I see that tape you listening to got you thinking that you hard

But dig this...

Cut your hair and get your name on your stomach

I still find ways to make your whole rap career plummet

Maintain

I steal mics out of the frame

But now people think they know me 'cause they know my real name

While I stay same

Doing shows and tours

Somewhere in a phat crib(?) playing Sega in the dashboard

Styles of swo