Whoo Ha!

Backpack raps with gats in it

Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace

K-Dot thoroughbred

Move like a militant soldier, On point like a pyramid

A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best ****

Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are

This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day

**** 'em up all day like a nympho

I been **** since S curl waves

Trying to convince **** I got good hair

Knowing damn well there's chemicals there

I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol

And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes

And you know any moment you can lose your life

So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo

I spar with a dragon, He tried to throw a flame

But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'

That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it

I smack 'em 'til their nose is running

You know the **** is coming if I'm there

And the **** is ******* once we hit the hotel, There's no assumptions

Cool out before I move out, Hop on the 105

Do about 105 before your *** gets threw out the back seat

(There's a dead guy on the freeway)

Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay

A beast when the beat break

You probably think I'm **** like this the realest **** I wrote

But to me it's a throw-away

I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God

Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas

Launch at Jay, Matter fact, let me take that back

See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you do

I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and Soo-woo

And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing

Is it real son? Is it really real son?

Is it really real son? Is it really real?

Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son

Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel

You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me

Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them

Come again, No introduction, you know my name

Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling

Orangutan arms banging niggas like a set

When I speak, they ******* silent like sex for the deaf

Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra

Treat you like vitamins then spit you back out

Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out

Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck ****

I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums

Like the measles when the record meets the needle

Heads spinning like a twelve-inch, Smoking the best Celtic

Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word

Big Herb, I'll with it, I need a hospital gown

You need 54 cards, deal with it

You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it

Like a ***** in the club, Shoe game

Ay yo yo, the flow potent

Who's more focused? Kick doors open

Deliver the golden opus leave with two guns smoking

It's me, the podium closing, a poet well-spoken

The gropes is most consistent with imminent penmanship

Mind-bending, co-existing with the written

Verbal assassin, Internally smashing, Spazzing on tracks

Translation, I'm disgusting in action

A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions

Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears

Mercury rising, I'm summer all year

I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best

I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering

Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening

I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets

Peep the malice, I'm a monster

Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford

Straight up, Don't get hate up

Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands

I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod

Even Atheists play my **** and say, "My God,-

Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice."

Don't compare me to them, Just compare me to Mike Jordan

When record and the verse and the chorus is ill

You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'

Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up

See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares

That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)

I'm in the booth with an apron

Cooking up **** like Martha Stewart was my *****, Amen

Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?

Blowing herb with my nigga Herb, **** what you niggas heard

We the new West Coast Wu Tang ***** and I'm the best

Stay blessed, You can **** ** ****

Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name

Now I take 'em to the house of pain, Top Dawg headquarters