I ain't saying I'm Jesus, But you'll regret the day that you cross me, Karma stops you in ya tracks, Then collides with you at the crossing.. Hands up in the air ready to catch, No you can't Moss me, Brush the competition off, and paint it clear, I'm Bob Ross'ing, I am Kobe V.S. Boston, I am Iverson with Philly, I am D Rose with the Chi, I am Mello with the hoody.. I am T-Mac with the, hold up.. I'm the greatest, damn I'm silly, I am Jordan with Six Rings, Floating like water lilies.. Shit, basically I'm saying, That I'm Muthafuckin illy.. Shit.. Basically I'm saying, you ain't gotta choice to feel it, Shit.. Basically I'm saying that I'm ready and I'm willing, Shit.. Basically I'm saying, they forced me to play the villain, Mufuckas lie through masks, And put the "con", in "con"-cealing.. But I use my brain, don't fuck with the unnnn-living.. Even though I'm dead inside, Don't deal with the soullll dealing.. And I don't like limits, I bust out the wholeee ceiling.. Spit it and get it, I'm wit it, I kill it... Feel it, and fill it, And then you can seal it.. Bottled up flow that'll leave you addicted.. I spit it so dope, That you need a prescription