We're gonna kick a couple of rounds for y
'all
Yeah, as soon as Pete rocks,
let's the beat drop
I'ma throw a cheap shot,
and then bounce to the tree spot
Drago, y 'all, he got the heat cop
Glotto Dawgs,
we got the street lock
Peacemaker, Soul Survivor,
Hoes Delighters
Catch you off guard with
these old connivers
So amped that you can't
and won't divide us
Cause this hip hop music
dwells so inside us
Bum Bunch to party when
they don't invite us
They throw a quick dart
at them clones and biters
Vultures and cheddars walkin'
round with nosy nettles
You know we ghetto,
with an old score to settle
Streets is watchin',
that's cause the beats is knockin'
Before I make a move,
I'ma peak my options
Stepped in the room just to see
what's poppin'
Let me and my crew knock him out the box
Ayo, crowd start gathering
when I start rappin'
I make the earth quake,
I'm a bonafide captain
Throughout the east, south,
west, and the north
And I ride through the streets
while the rest go off into the yonder
Right straight path,
James Bonda, spittin' it
This XB, straight hittin' it
Live straight classic, gettin' the prize
Eight feet high zone,
why you hypnotized?
Like a zombie, out of state shit,
fly promptly
Flyin' in each and every
ghetto environment
Quickly, strictly,
blessin' them with touch
Keep rock to a beat like he rollin' a dutch
Ayo, Pastor L, let me hit this off
Touch tone up my mic when I spit the raw
If you wanna pop shit, son,
you got to brawl
Heads up, the Soul Brother
outlast y 'all all
With a style unlike yours,
rap metaphors keep it movin'
Appreciate self -improvement
When I kick slurs,
sometimes I get elusive
Dodgin' fake rappers,
stressin' P4 exclusives
Highlight ghetto music, rappers doin' it
Clash of the titans,
keep clowns from bitin'
Until then I keep fightin',
day and nightin'
Wake up, early morn,
nice and brightin'
Ain't nothin' changed but the weather
I still formulate like Strahan
A clipper like Elton Brand
You can just try my hand
Still I'm the man, y 'all
And keep comin' with shit
that y 'all can stand, y 'all
I'm more relaxed when PR's
bringin' the tracks in
My flow is sword -after
like I pawned it with Tony Braxton
All I need is Tony
Touch on the backspin
And me and P gon' handle our biz
like Speedy Claxon
I'm a wild dude, I kill your child for food
I smile rude,
some say that my style is crude
I'm in the wildest mood,
don't fuck with me
Shouts out to all the DJs
that stuck with me
I do like a few of these rappers,
but not many
For every 8 bars y 'all spit, got a hot 20
I spit em rapidly, automatic and not semi
I take your heart away
like the son s when they got penny
It's the flow of the moment,
I'm hopin' you want it
Got a list of platinum rappers,
not dope when you want it
If you on top,
I'm the one hopin' you plummet
And fall right to your death,
from right to your left
When you look, I done moved to your right,
you're losing your sight
Got a grip so tight,
that I'm bruising the mic
It's all about who's in the light,
it proves that I'm right
But it's dark and hot as hell
and y 'all losing the night,
come on
Yeah kids, I'm out of here
Word, yo, good lookin'
Pai, just let me know
when it's ready to rock and roll, you know what I'm sayin'? problem,
stay out of the family, alright?
No doubt, Bobby, drive safe, alright dude?
Tony Touch 
