Verse 1
Yo, yo, yo, listen
It's the MCs time- for spittin the rhyme,
Believe, I be in the ring gettin the mind,
I'm the word in your dialect that's hard to define,
Like unity, no man gets immunity
I rhyme for your community
On a Harley (Davidson), throttle in my right hand
Left on the molly (?)
With the muffler, lookin for to toughin ya
Feelin like a burnin in ur belly, when I get to warmin up in ya
I see u niggas in kill mode, then u see me in kill mode
then u in chill mode, my twin glocks still load
Nigga I'll make you roadkill
Then bump in you in kill road (?)
On the highway i spit the verse my way,
and never say another niggas rhyme, that's biting
not homage
you need to stop writing
that garbage
I won't let you, let him tell them
That bumpy ain't spittin that hardcore phlegm