MEREDITH: You are such a smart boy! We'll turn you into a proper young man in no time. Here is a cat... BAT BOY: Hee ba za cat. MEREDITH: There is a
wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight You stand below the plateau I stand on You want my faction to put the man on I shake and bake and break the laws of gravity And if you chew on
limit to this profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessen My
Business as usual We back up on the rocks wit' it I'm feeding my fiends I do it 'cause my pops did it Still got the same heater My niggaz leaking shots
Blood on my leg {Myalansky} Let me catch my breath glock appraise me Feds chase me, toared my jabogs as I hopped the fence Blood on my tongue taste
on one of my rants But my lips are sealed. I just want to enjoy my meal And although Storm is starting to get my goat I have no intention of rocking
profession My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My
Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on the
The best solution for the problems in place Empires fell flat on they face due to the change You think it strange, my granddaddy would say "That butterfly
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin on em Platinum doublin on
We back up on the rocks wit' it I'm feeding my fiends I do it cuz my pops did it Still got the same heater My niggaz leaking shots with it ?? bitch ass
superior, right? You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight You stand below the plateau I stand on You want my faction to put the man on I Shake'n'Bake and break the laws of gravity And if you chew on
both sides [Verse One] Yo, it's the way of the world, right And can't nobody change, the way that nigga Williams does his thang You see, I done stomped on
cat crossed my path, my luck still good Brook a mirror, i aint get 7 years of bad luck Nuttin bad aint even happened, my left eye jumped Put my hat on
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing The mic chord is an extension of my intestine Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan My mind state