I been waiting out on this streetscorners,for my time to shine,on all you haters and niggas,that dont wanta see me go up in here and just do my thing up on stage,with this microphone ,I been listening to you so called commentators,steady talking down on me,hating from afar,talking about I ain't got skills and no style,now ain't that a bitch and wild, who the fuck do you think that you really fucking with,now ain't that shit comma,the cards and turned,now I'm up in this bitch,about to show all you clowns how I steady do my own thing,up here on stage with the lights turned down,I got all you fools stuck with a look on your faces,a look of amazement,amazement,damn now ain't that bitch,you fools and let this muthafucker up in the clubhouse,to drop beats and a funky rhyme,this nigga and got up on stage and did¹ his thing,knocking out all his competitors and competition,with just one punchline,now who leave the microphone smoking,just like a loaded rifle,straight going Taliban on all these ho's,who and enter up in here to so call rap battle me,now that's wild,just a few minutes ago,you niggas and bitches didn't even think that I had anything on the microphone,worth saying,now you all on my nuts,just like you was sucking on life savers,now dont my nuts,make you haters breath smell good,for just standing around hating on me,steady,steady,hating on me,get my muthafucking name right Chicago's six up in you haters house,steady setting up shop,