(Main Verse) Yo, you might think this guys nice Looks like I won't spit hype on the mic But trust you'll see by the end of the night How i'm just a little bit mad inside I'm loco, strangling the mic in a choke hold When I spit bars i'm saving your soul And blazing a whole bunch of grade blowing bare Smoke in your face till your caked off the chro And it ain't gonna slow down So if you're seated and not hype in the crowd Then i'm telling you now my friends you better watch out (You better watch, better watch, better watch...) Watch out 'cos I got a chaingun strapped up the mic and i'ma blast it