I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin 
mad chicks be jockin' when the Starr's talking 
And that's because my word is bond 
I get much fan mail and I always respond 
So tell your hon to write me too 
make sure she puts attention Mr. [bad word] 
Brothers know the flow is unique 
I got 100 wild styles in my black valise 
MC's wanna be me so they keep askin 
for me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast 
And others wanna act as if they're better 
but they only got one style which ain't all that clever 
I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel 
I get the ladies with more than just  appeal 
mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts 
I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught 
When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine 
You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines 
So suckers realize that the size is too large 
when [bad word] through I'm pullin' whole crews cards 
I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip 
MC's who front: Imma' gonna burst your [bad word] 
I wonder do you love it enough 
I'm [bad word] and tough, never to front or to bluff 
I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me  [bad word] the man yes with all the 
J-A-Z-Z-Y type essence, street type lessons manifesting 
the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant 
Never forgettin' that to myself I'm [bad word] 
do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke" 
I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing 
try to pull yours out when [bad word] out 
Then you'll see why you [bad word] with me 
the notorious [bad word] of the Gang you see 
Starr stands for power like I said before 
I'm like the doctors cure slicker than Roger Moore 
I slide up to a crab MC like this 
tap 'em in the head with my mic like this 
I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish 
And I insist that if you persist 
then you get creamed, cuz Imma' get real steamed 
so don't you try to flex and try to look all mean 
Heyo check it that's dead that's it 
cuz all you phony [bad word] rappers Imma' bust your [bad word] 
Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash 
a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker 
Step off unless you wanna get torn up 
your raps worn out burned out [bad word] up 
You locked up or maybe you locked out 
cuz at the battle last time you snuck out 
But now I'm rolling over you full blast 
I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last 
MC's telling lies and poppin' all those myths 
Keep on fakin' moves and Imma