(Some funny mothefuckers Hahahaha)

Yo, ayo I got to the city hollared at Pitty
(Yo Bis whats the dealie wha up wit da philly)
Ain't nothing really I was about to call Billy
You got some Henny (Na i got some Remy
Couple of broads they acting friendly)
(Yeah I brought ab through)
Grab a broom cold smash and loops
(Yo later that day we gathered round for a class A instruction)
Grap a mic and start bustin'
Yo its a cold cold world that's what I keep say
On the stoup loaded the barrel
The microphone is the bow the flow is the arrow
The fact is the truth your head is a melon bash the fruit splatter your juice
Picture an apple gets axed in two that's you
(Maybe in a outfit or the necklace go head Bis)

(Canibus)
This goes out to the motherfucker that stole my rhyme book (true dat)
Now let me tell you what design you took
You got a piece of batch 14 article 3
I hope you have a good time its a remarkable read
It can make you marketable indeed
You now got your hands on the secrets of a master emcee
Personalized print extra wide script so my eyes don't squint
My mind thinks smoke rise through the vent
Try to rework the theory but the logic is thin
I possess the body of jin with a Fight Club win
Maybe its just a Mic Club thing fuck a sling
You could duck a swing i spit webs duck one of them
My fingerprints on your soul when I touch a pen
We interact when you memorize the raps
Identify fast syntax applied with stats
When I open my mouth, it's like sliding back the bolt
No joke leave a hole in you was an insult
You better check the wind direction when I talk
Before and after somewhere in between I blast ya
Rhymes on deck, check the chart specs
Light yo ass u, it ain't even dark yet