I'm the N.I.N.O, I'll double up what you would wage
My fire, fry you, I'm Ryu when a Hadouken's waved
You should move away, I'm koo koo plagued
Light a fuse near this huge grenade, I'll blow up like Bobby Knight in his Hoosier days
I'm hungry ain't eat food for days, this music's craved
Like, “Where the f** has Nino been? Ain't seen his a** since Luda's braids”
Guess it's been a while, I'm all about my business now
I no-speak-a-language if you ain't talking them digits pal
I translate Dollars, Euros or when Pounds sum up
My interpreter's my checking account & route number
But dead the fame, I hex'd the game, a track gets k**ed, it's Bless to blame
I'm on my Texas Chain Saw sh**, leaving records slain
Are you not entertained? (Crowd Roars) I address this pain (Style's Raw)
A rebel drained, I'm an outlaw, Jesse James
Now for these haters hurt, that say, that I ain't earn my way
Alright, Alright, Alright, mothaf**a you gon' learn today
I'm simply advancing, at a vigorous pace and it's getting me antsy
Venomous flow enhances, This here's a cake walk kid no making the band scene
I am Tesla with a pinch of Fidel mixed with some Lansky
Pierce ya gristle when I'm gripping that pistol and let it whistle like Banshee
I X Men out, been destined
To be a legend since Magneto and Professor X was best friends
I re-load, On these foes, On beast-mode
When they see that new track on a blog all my fans are yelling out Nino!
The Streets watch, and the G's clock when He-Drops
Them Heat rocks, they keep these on repeat, while they Mean-Bop
Get Extreme top, from breezy's who work that mouth like a Beat-Box
I pull high maintenance chicks with White Tee's and a G-Shock
The day you see me “Akh”
ASAP-Rocky will out-rap Slaughterhouse at a release party for the Detox
(unh) Please stop
I'm a twist of Pete Rock, G. Rap, Nas, & Brother Ali, Mixed with D-Block
Let that beat knock, I will murk it anyway I choose, while Bless done paid dues, And made moves, I still ain't perform at Paid Dues, it's cool
Snooze? You lose, The more I gotta prove, Lets get it on
sh**, I go weapons drawn, Decepticon, Watch the metal fly like Megatron
On every sh** I'm on, I bring The Storm, Skip the Calm
Come gripped with Arms, That'll Clip'em then Lift'em up like the Knicks' Iman
It's Rap's Goku, When I lift my arms
Take Pac, Big, and Pun's soul and drop a f**ing Spirit Bomb!
This Spic is the Devil's vicious spawn
f** ya list, I'mma crash the party like Vincent Vaughn
Who scurred of me? The list is long
I'll k**'em on Tracks like Q-Tip did to Fat Joe in “Prison Song”