---I'll be coming on up, by my solo, I be keeping my business, on the dolo, I don't know, what they expected from me though, It must be prophecy that I be hero.--- -I be running up gunning up coming for the best, I be blunt as f***, blunted up, speaking for success, I see nothing here challenging, seeking for contest, You're speakings a mess, Yes, best, put it to rest. -wanna talk smack, North Crack's talkin back, got you nervous and weary from impending attack, You're a rat on the track, speaking on your acts, please slap that back, this hack-ass quack can't hack all that, All of the vision and the flow that you lack, you could find easily on any one of my many tracks, study up to the max, and go pack up with racks, call him St Nicholas, cause fat sacks on back. -I'll be coming on up, by my solo, I be keeping my business, on the dolo, I don't know, what they expected from me though, It must be prophecy that I be hero. -The stress on your body is vicious, you get this, you only focusing on the rich's and bitches, now paparazzis thats wit ya, been sneaking pictures, so best be sneakin not slippin, livin words unwritten, quoting the words I give em, fear not, my uplifting, giving em bars thats spittin, like a guy coughing in the prison, see em all in the prism, given them all the depression, with the buttons I'm pressing, hitting hard and depressing, there has never been question, Yo, the class in session, about to learn you a lesson, Like 101 or 102, on how I rock those Reebok boots, like a troop, stand up salute, come here you little recruit, play nice and you might recoup, drop down and give me a dub, and yes, I do mean the loot, ---give me that money--- -I'm just speaking funny, no bone in me bummy, that vomit I spit, is leaving em crummy, hurtin they tummy, give em all sorts of symptoms, and shaking fits, they squares like gumbi, and done, see? from the hook that they bit.