[Verse 1: ] On my own I control mine Strapped, ready to brawl with the verbal 4-4 Your flows get tossed to the North You, V, that's 'nuff said The soul food to fill your abdomen 14 controls the patter-n I'm flawless, lockdown the industry with my offense Of course it's the A-M-L Lockdown the spot, like a murderer, catching a 4-to-10