[Verse 1: Promics]
I'm in my prime it's high time like the clock is on weed
It's been a long time comin' now am runnin' all the streets
Check the credentials I hold got a punchline degree
I been keepin' one hunnid ever since I picked a P
Made it bleed sixteens restore sound to deaf ears
Paint a vivid picture for the blind to see clear
In 2006 I was 9 times better than your current rhyme style so my level you can't reach
No role model all the big guns are now weak
Dropped an album your mixtapes die in one week
You too soft all your punchlines are now cheap
Take a reality check you blew minds in '96
My lyrical sk** will leave your crew in a comma
This mixtape ill equivalent to ebola
It's lethal similar to a pissed king cobra
I can go to war with this verse and k** soldiers
[Hook: Promics]
You know me I do it for the hood I do it for my n***as on da block who be feelin' my, feelin' my
You know me
[Verse 2: Promics]
I got dope bars so am gettin' high on my own supply
Haters knockin' on my door I open, smile, wave and bye
I'm so international man it's no lie
Red and white black gear on my c**a cola grind
I hop up on a beat and start dumpin' like a garbage truck
Smart flow like inside my head gotta quarter buck
That's 25 cents, I feel like I'm not human
Me and my n***as k**in' you without slight movement
You tuned in to the most intuitive crew
Security guys we outstandin' when we hit the booth
Listen I devour knowledge and I spit the truth
I'm so raw Mr. Punchline in the booth
[Hook]