i am a natural hyper, niggas wanna get me hyped up, you do not wanna invite us, call me T.O.P the lighter, nothin but lyrical fire, consistently getting higher, i see you bouncin you liar, fuck around an got me hyped..... a verbal assassin instrumental bandit Top a demonstration i promise on mammy, shyt so delicious you wanna come grab it while they get excited ima keep it slabbin, i am the type to gone an let em have it while they making faces I'm sitting back laughin, hate that the fact the scene had to be tragic but i play the pattern an don't know what happened, look up to me cause T.O.P. the captain im swangin the ship like a MF wagon, slang out the shop till ain't nothin left standin i do recommend that you hide it or band it, come fah the gwolla i want all the candy i just rolled a plane and i recently landed, can't smoke wit Top so they hollin out damnit ima roll a stick'll take ya understanding.... i dont need a jigga but i like to take em enough of them bitches ima think im skatin, im T.O.P that mean im elevatin while most of you nighas stuck at the equator, nevermind this ill talk about that later i gotta get busy focued on the paper, made Mississippi south of the equator aint nowhere but up so mutha fuck a hater, slidin like butta mean the sauce amazin if you get a taste dont try to guess the flavor, if you like this that mean im gettin greater at what i just put together and created, if i told you once not way its not out dated but ima repeat so you can keep it later, all the way till my mf day up i slang out the shop now give my fuckin paper!