Awe man!
True workaholic, somethin' that I got honest, since tomorrow
Isn't promised I'm just livin' by that logic I'm - feelin' like
A piranha surrounded by a pond of Flounders, a school of fish,
Class of my own I'm used to this, I show you students how
To do this 'til school is dismissed, dope like I'm Cuban cut,
Through the music movin' bricks unruly when I spew it,
Put an end to ya foolishness you're like that scene from
Harlem Nights, when they tried to shoot at Quick, but
Really wasn't shootin' shit, get used to it this that rabbit out
The hat like magic on the mic I do the tricks, wala abracadabra
A rapper that has mastered attractin' the masses by bein'
Better than actors claimin' they're Rappers I will jump on
The track and-lyrically, break a track shoe off in your ass if
You was sayin' you run shit, I'm steady sonnin' Emcees I'm
Never unfit, spit it dumb sick, I ain't done 'til I done quit