[Verse 1]
(Suffa)
I got to jump back and kiss myself
The Hoods [bad word] to rip this girl
Live on the [bad word] track you dissed yourself
So [bad word] that you nearly [bad word] yourself
And if [bad word] wak you risk your health
I'm the one that made LL ring the bells
Sharp as a thumb tack, it's the infidel
In the back with some girl named Isabelle
And I'm a, you're gonna what? I'm a wreck this, the freshest
Thermoelectrics, technics and a set list
So check this, Hilltop locks jaws like tetanus
 [bad word] breakfast at Tiffanies I want Tiffany for breakfast
The funk leader, told you last LP
With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea
Smile, what the [bad word] that man? It's when you place
Razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face
In the place and we raising the roof
Like Al Qaeda had placed a case in the booth
taste of the [bad word] and some flawless [bad word] 
Like John Howard knows the taste of George's [bad word] #33;
Man I'm born to spit these kids wish they stuck me
I warn you kid you're [bad word] made like puppies
Switch blade to [bad word] #39; cut them through their khakis
I lose it every time I put it down like car keys

[Verse 2]
(Pressure)
It only takes one man to bust
But takes these two to raise them standards up
Take three, Debris man the cuts
This is for, those that will stand with us
From sundown into the dawn didn't I warn?
The lyrical storm hits you in a physical form
This isn't your norm, didn't reform, isn't your average
Wishing to score listeners for pitiful [bad word] it's
Off Richter, sicker than cough fits you
Listen to pop hits? This isn't your soft [bad word] you
All in the mix so start warning the kids
They're adopted and not that they were born with a gift
I'm so fatal that reverends won't stay till confession
You all can't hold your own like post natal depression
I've got a mouth of profanity, a spouse and a family
At my house man no wonder that I'm doubting my sanity
I'm an honest [bad word]  what a mentality
Avoiding the [bad word] is staying sober; I'm an addict of reality
I live for tomorrow so cheating death today
Means at all costs avoid repeating yesterday
I'm a loose cannon, enough juice to soothe famine
Break your back with this rap then ask you who's slamming?
Some rapper claiming a throne, unaware they
Aint kings only royalty they know is airplay