P.G.D.R - Mr Mecc, Bishop Lamont, Black Milk

Obviously I bomb, I came shockly

I trip and break so the deaths always come in 3's

I’m priceless, now it’s your style — it’s just polite

Encore, I get you sicker more to leave the poor

No pigs or whores, my memoirs were meant for wars

I make that beef hard to chew for you herbivores

Nose ring, I murder when the melody

Radio killa — got you shakin' like the elderly

80's baby, shoe box full of tapes

I’m shittin' on niggas, the style full of side tray

Uh they see the chuck so they’re tin balls

Fuckin up my socks, turn them orange from the inch solz

Used to smoke up bettes with a whole 5th of Henny yo

My project blow, recite for immunity

First time I’ve seen Woo Tang it meant bigga be

Revolution shit nigga, fuck the industry

Fuck your iPod, dust off my Walkman

My side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockin

Now that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll

Now that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll

How’s next to shine?

I X these niggas like Antex with pesticide

Which leave 'em petrified

Yo I came 4th, niggas ran off for protection hide

Protect your neck, your neck lashanned

I get a work to your neckless minds

She givin me neck, neck it while I’m reckless drivin'

And it’s only the second time we met

Windows tint, can’t see us with the naked eye

Fresh to death, you fresh to die

Art of flow, my lyrics work out like cardio

Sworn for my good exercise

Like the paper boy I’m so extra extra

Niggas with tags would love to put you next to God

Whole zig you like mesh on the vigilent nest

My music will stand the test of time

Who’s next to rhyme?

It’s battleship avenue attitude mission exquisite

The reason for schemin and why should you all come visit

The barbershop buzzin, the windin behind, who is it?

She spoil me royally, she say she got it I get it

Wife beater and wife niggas

I like Caesar pipe tight divas to live seizures

Cinematic moves is news to nice features

Pull up a seat and pick, my front yard’s a 40 seater

All I do is stand on this stupid, I can’t believe it

Swear the eye’s mit as mine, my number floodin the bleaches

(You can pizza?) Corner mascot block majesty’s

Modern day fonze, pull off the cool casually

If shit step it up hopin we meet

Niggas step it up hoes to compete, mac the vocal elite

Kinda cool rolling chills round the Atlas

I never say I’m perfect but pop’s name was Practice