why u trinna move why u playing dead why u trinna resurate when u ain't even dead (yet) is that a death treat... I gat the key to the street u gat the key to defeat u better pray to God to wash u off ur sins cos u playing deceit get u back on ur feat but then u need me cos am the rap Lord call me rap god am the king of the street ain't nothing to me where the fuck u've been still spreadin ma wings such a baby to me got u right in between one of ma hollow hands berrah go on ur kneels say some to me and imma let u breathe then let u live ain't no beef am trinna baby seat can't u see... ur rap is whack u can't compeat u gotta retreat and then repeat meet the king to get u up back again this ma shit its ma game gives me fame to spread the the name Hurricane put ur hands up for the the king of the street get ur ass up in a fucking flame caught you pants down shut the fuck up get the hell up is u stupid... did u wet ur pant... cos u lost a game oh wha a shame whose dieing wish... is it ur mama's or ur papa's how is u feeling now wearing pampers motherfucker show up again, we whoops💀ur ass niggas don't fuck around with the Greatest Of All Time we realest on the planet we real geez how u like me now we live up we round up we moop up don't be acting cool roof on fire its Henryjay lyrical hurricane the man with sugarcane an african/american married a Mexican don't messing around with such a name such a big shoe size can't size you check ma foot print am a legend in the game don't doubt it