Words drop like a napalm bomb Tearing down walls is a stay-calm job These dudes say they rappin' from they momma's womb But they [???] had was an organ But that's my origin, it's not Bubbles Galore Instead of cake I stack rubble Took a few beatings; learned to fight Them bully's tears were some good, good eatings I watch you listen to me spit Your mouth so open like you ready for a dick I don't adapt to cultures, facts I bulge [???] with ulcers Not the type to [???] my squad's life in holsters [???] rap vulture, dodgin' rap cultures I [???] molten and scold the rap [???] 'Cause there ain't no past in the rap that I wrote-uh I'm holdin' up stores like Simba These beat's all I ever need, f** timber Land of the free, those G's over there When they holdin' the keys, don't f** with 'em All they gonna' do is take your money [?????] life like Crocodile Dundee Here the gun pipe back 'Cause it's [???] music, you got six tracks And you know my legacy, when I slap 'Cause I got an army of my kids in my sack [co*k it?] sixteen in the back [???] track You know that it's [???] boy, that sh**'s gonna last You [hate?] potatoes, [start?] f**in' with my bread I just might put that eight-hole in your head With my cannon, I just might use it If you continue to lap my [???] [Outro] It's fake talk man It's all- it's fake talk man It's fake talk man These rappers all doin' fake talk Can't stand that sh** Fake talk Comin' to you live from my grandma's basement