MC's be fakin' so now they get taken
 [bad word] 

Fake MC's, they always act hard
But won't walk the street without they bodyguard
I hate fake MC's, they always act hard
But won't walk the street without they bodyguard

Verse One:

MC's I lay out like stiffs in the morgue
Praise the lord you're in awe when I'm grippin the mic cord
Rhymes I rip with swift execution
One verse to coerce your girl to prostitution
The [bad word] is now the brother you fear and
beware when I'm making hits with premier and
Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through
Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view
Niggaz been held back too long [bad word] up
In the streets we roll alone so watch [bad word] up
I'm summing up a mad posse of warriors
Night [bad word] able to break down barriers
and bringing faces of death putting mc's to rest
until there's no fake chumps [bad word]  step, yeah bounce [bad word] bounce
My rhyme's a [cargo] when yours is just a quarter ounce 
 [bad word] 4X

Verse Two:

Gangstarr boy and that's beyond [bad word] Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension
To stop the killing wack mc's must die
Who am ? I'm the substance that'll make your third eye cry
Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient
when I unleash my speech I'll have you punk rappers open
I won't expose your names and your identities
You know you're phoney get the [bad word] from in front of me
Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore
Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores
and I hope you're not the one that I'm after
Since the days of adidas I've been a [bad word] master
 [bad word] 4X

Verse Three:

I've been around punk but yo i still feel young
few of my crew members like to pack guns
I'm high [bad word] but don't mistake me when I smile
I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle
After the killing just like casper I'm ghost
Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host
Toast without a gun you'd be done
Throw up your hands [bad word] and now you know you stand to lose one
Choose one metaphor and then choose another
Wax that [bad word] like a bully have you calling your big brother
Although I'm five foot eight they call me sargeant
Got more hoes in my [bad word] than you can fit in the garden
At Madison Square I shot a fair one
So many niggaz knew me that the kid wouldn't [bad word] MC's pay cash to ensure their safety
They know they can't take me; the G-A-N-G, you crazy?
I be on them like a message from god
Knowledge of self while fake mc's play hard
 [bad word] 4X

Outro (2X):

Fake mc's they always act hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard