Yes! Call me Mr. O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L, See., I could-a been first, but see I chose to be second, so I could pull up on your punk *** from your blind side! Ain't no use tryin-a hide! How in the hell you reckon? Get back on all fours, I'm 'bout to get my freak on! Your **** is long gone! Gimmie the mike, it's now my turn! Ya,- could-a, If ya,- would-a flow like this flow. I'm straight up out of GT baby I ain't no so, so- better ask somebody if you ain't in the know, know. I got lyrics that would-a last your lifetime and, his lifetime and, their lifetime ..man shoot! I'm that Ni**er with a fist full-a rhymes, straight banging all time! Ya look like,- anybody, dressed up like,- somebody, trying-a impress,- everybody; but your vocab is tame, it's all the same. Gwan, Gwan; Leave it up to your,- Mack Daddy, I gots the real la de da de. Silly fool! When I was black on whiting where in the hell you bin? You done committed the unpardonable sin! Every time I swing I come deeper than your skin! Bustin' lyrics like Houdini, dropping tonals like Versachi! Putting dreams and schemes together in an effortless train of thought, making I and I and I a muse most sought, after I used up all available lyrics and left your sorry *** in the midst of a drought! Ni**er go crack your butt cheeks and look within! Maybe then you'll realize that I AM! more than just flesh, bone and skin!!!