[00:04.75]Whoo Ha!
[00:06.59]Backpack raps with gats in it
[00:07.94]Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
[00:09.80]K-Dot thoroughbred
[00:11.22]Move like a militant soldier, on point like a pyramid
[00:14.76]A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best ****
[00:16.98]Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are
[00:19.65]This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day
[00:21.91]**** 'em up all day like a nympho
[00:24.22]I been **** since S curl waves
[00:25.74]Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
[00:27.43]Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
[00:29.55]I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol
[00:32.30]And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes
[00:34.48]And you know any moment you can lose your life
[00:36.72]So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo
[00:38.58]I spar with a dragon, he tried to throw a flame
[00:41.88]But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'
[00:44.31]That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it
[00:46.99]I smack 'em til their nose is running
[00:48.76]You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
[00:50.59]And the hoes is ******* once we hit the hotel
[00:52.97]There's no assumptions
[00:54.44]Cool out before I move out, hop on the 105
[00:57.07]Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat
[01:00.07](There's a dead guy on the freeway)
[01:01.81]Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay
[01:03.95]A beast when the beat break
[01:05.51]You probably think I'm **** like this the realest **** I wrote
[01:07.90]But to me, it's a throw-away
[01:09.31]I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God
[01:11.76]Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas
[01:13.98]Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back
[01:16.33]See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you do
[01:18.76]I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo
[01:21.16]And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing
[01:23.98]Is it real son? Is it really real son?
[01:25.98]Is it really real son? Is it really real?
[01:28.26]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
[01:30.67]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
[01:33.72]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
[01:38.33]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
[01:43.24]Come again, no introduction, you know my name
[01:46.14]Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
[01:48.75]Orangutan arms banging *****s like a set
[01:51.01]When I speak, they ******* silent like *** for the deaf
[01:54.10]Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra
[01:56.26]Treat you like vitamins then spit you back out
[01:58.23]Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out
[02:00.59]Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck ****
[02:03.76]I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums
[02:06.55]Like the measles when the record meets the needle
[02:08.45]Heads spinning like a twelve-inch, Smoking the best Celtic
[02:11.07]Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
[02:13.16]Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown
[02:16.44]You need 54 cards, deal with it
[02:18.66]You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it
[02:20.82]Like a ***** in the club, Shoe game
[02:23.34]Ay yo yo, the flow potent
[02:24.36]Who's more focused? Kick doors open
[02:26.09]Deliver the golden opus leave with two guns smoking
[02:28.25]It's me, the podium closing, a poet well-spoken
[02:30.42]The gropes is most consistent with imminent penmanship
[02:33.25]Mind-bending, co-existing with the written
[02:35.50]Verbal assassin, Internally smashing, Spazzing on tracks
[02:38.36]Translation, I'm disgusting in action
[02:40.38]A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions
[02:43.24]Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears
[02:45.83]Mercury rising, I'm summer all year
[02:48.07]I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best
[02:50.61]I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering
[02:53.09]Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening
[02:55.46]I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets
[02:57.74]Peep the malice, I'm a monster
[03:00.09]Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford
[03:03.31]Is it real son? Is it really real son?
[03:04.88]Is it really real son? Is it really real?
[03:07.54]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
[03:09.79]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel
[03:12.58]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
[03:17.06]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them
[03:22.34]Straight up, Don't get ate up
[03:24.20]Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands
[03:26.90]I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod
[03:29.44]Even atheists play my **** and say, "My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice"
[03:34.83]Don't compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan
[03:37.59]When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill
[03:40.00]You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'
[03:42.58]Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up
[03:46.33]See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares
[03:49.67]That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)
[03:52.48]I'm in the booth with an apron
[03:54.21]Cooking up **** like Martha Stewart was my *****, Amen
[03:56.69]Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?
[03:59.18]Blowing herb with my ***** Herb, **** what you *****s heard
[04:02.35]We the new West Coast Wu Tang ***** and I'm the best
[04:04.80]Stay blessed, You can suck my ****
[04:06.71]Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name
[04:09.31]Now I take 'em to the house of pain, Top Dawg headquarters