I'm kickin' the lone ranger, cold, wet, danger Deep in the dark with the art, to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle your battle You're sayin' goodbye, like to be careful Roughneck, inspect the decks on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild Sit back, relax, won't smile Ray got it goin' on, pal Call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man Cause I grabbed the clip and Pitch it with 16 shots and more I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, ah It's the method man, for short, Mr. Mapp Move it on your left, ah And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break through, cop me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take game, and blow the nigga out the frame And like fame, my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over like they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a soo? Not respect due to the one-six, ooh I mean, oh, yo, check out the phone Like the Hudson on PCP when I'm dustin' Niggas off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical butt make me, ooh What? Grab my nut, get screwed, ah Here comes my shout, let's down Truth, B-A-B-Y-U To my crew with the soo Yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, baby, baby, c'mon Baby, c'mon, baby, baby, c'mon Yo, you best protect your neck First things first, man, you're f***ed with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f***ing nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slackin' his mack Come fully packed with the fat brother's stack Shame on you when you step through To the old dirty bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be jammed if I let any man come to my center You enter the winter, straight up and down That s*** at cam, you can't slam Don't let me get full on it, man The old dirty bastard is dirty and stinking Ace on your n***a rollin' With the night of the creeps, n****s be rollin' When the stash ain't saying gas, bite my style I'll bite your motherf***er down I can't outlive my style as well, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejecting scowls from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I'll go and s*** all types and shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stomping grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shooting star Cause who I are is living the life of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square fence There it is, ya f***in' pros, and there it goes Yo, chill with the feedback block, we don't need that It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the f*** you see that? Feeling mad hostile, wearing alpasto Blowing like Christ when I speak the gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe With the blockers, style the ruckus Ten times, ten men committing mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f***in' chin Slam boom bangs like African drums We coming around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap entrainment My planet greets like black unemployment Yeah, another one there Took a genius, take us the f*** outta here The woo is too slamming for these co-killer labels Who ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel We doing artisans like Cain did Abel Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent But trying to blow up a scrub Now that thought is just as white as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it N****s so stingy, they got short arms and deep pockets Disco's on in some companies With majors that's scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's looking for a suit and tie rap That's cleaner than a wash soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight