Attacking the mic Like a Dracula bite Cause it’s vampire night Want the blood to write my rhymes As the sweat and tears arise Put it together ya I’ll murder you better ya Your brain at least Cause you ain’t taken me for real Like make believein still Take a breather will you And think about what I will do with the pen Get the still movin again Talkin raisin the dead I get straight to your head Stop sayin your ready Woah let me slow it down a minute Show you round this business Now you know I’m bout to get it Woah let me slow it down a minute Show you round this business Now you know I’m bout to get it You know I’m outside the the box Cause I just closed it on you and sealed the top Feel it drop six feet Spealin against me A bad choice Don’t have Royce Let’s be real I’m my own poet We know it I’ll show it Like a thing in the dark glowin Bright future for me you in the shadow Like a kings castle I got that hold Do anything for the bag though like that hoe Don’t have mo’ Woah let me slow it down a minute Show you round this business Now you know I’m bout to get it Woah let me slow it down a minute Show you round this business Now you know I’m bout to get it