(Verse 1)
Hand game nice, you don't wanna scrap with me
Plus I always keep the motherf**in' strap with me
a**hole at the bar the Billy Batts in me
I throw a four punch combo mad quickly
Why you think I'm always rhyming so pa**ionately?
Why you think I lay out the violence graphically?
If you was smart you would never wanna clash with me
Nonito Donaire, the Filipino Flash in me
And I always got gun on my waist
And the bullet go through either your stomach or face
Disrespect anybody, I don't run or get chased
I'm DJ Magic Mike, god, pumping the ba**
I don't like human contact up in my space
Or you'll likely get a ball bat up in your face
p**y rapper you are a f**ing disgrace
I'm children of the Corn, k**a Cam god, running with Mase,stupid
(CHORUS)
To me it's not a discussion it's invisible chess/
I am the essence, what you would call hallucinations/
..Have my pawns put you in check.../
f** it, who's to say what insane is../
(verse 2)
So your a shooter, boy? A gun man? Iron on your waist?
Rude bwoy i'll let the gemstar wine 'pon your face
You don't stand a chance muthaf**ah, I'll lay you out on the corner
Like a stamp muthaf**ah, I'm the champ muthaf**ah
And this is my city, die with me if your live
Try to feel that vibe with me, Ravenous
Dig your b**h back until it's cavernous
Rib shots, off the top rope and she ain't mad at it
Pa**ionate, pa** time persecuting pacifists
Crack baby-facts baby!, I'm just tryna manage it
I am the essence, what you would call hallucinations
Are windows, jump out of one you'll feel rejuvenated
f** it, who's to say what insane is?
Who's to say what a saint is? It's prolly the same sh**
I learned a portion of that, when I was in stasis
Astonishment is an illusion just like the fame is, what?