I be that stage n***a
I don't know how to age, n***a
I'm the first cat to put the pen to the page, n***a
I'm the key to the cage n***a
That brown and beige n***a
I'm the off-the-chain, I'm the off the chain meat-rack meter and gauge n***a engage n***a
I'm that top n***a
Walk through your hood with a bop, n***a
No drop n***a
But I hang out and run from the cop, n***a
Hip-hop, n***a!
I used to run with yo pop, n***a
Yo, I thought I told you that I won't stop, n***a
The mic n***a
MCing's like riding a bike n***a
I'm the beige Timbaland and the white air Nike n***a
I'm the rhyme n***a
The "let's go back into time" n***a
The prime n***a!
That always keeping my dime n***a
I'm the sixth n***a
I'd rather flip flows than bricks n***a
I shoulda been long gone, but I'm still in the mix, n***a!
I'm the live n***a
Always last to arrive n***a
I'm the Cross Bronx-westside-FDR Drive n***a
I'm that hood n***a
I smoke that good wood, n***a
You could never f** with
But wish that you could, n***a
I'm that damn n***a
That "f** you and your man" n***a
That "get yo punk a** in the back of the van" n***a
I'm that sweet n***a
That never off-beat n***a
That circle and a slash on cold mics
Heat, n***a!
I'm that cool n***a
Ran my whole high school n***a
And you don't want to ever challenge me to a duel, n***a
I'm that proud n***a
That stand out in the crowd n***a
The "go where most of yall n***as ain't allowed" n***a
I'm that smart n***a
Always first to start n***a
I think with my head, but I feel with my heart, n***a!