[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
They consider this shit backpacking when a n***a just love rapping
Club packing, word flipping acronym acrobating
Verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom
Synchronize with the drums on a Illmind's pattern
Long as I got this beating heart, I’m ripping beats apart
I ain't know myself when [???], and still piece of art
No frat boy, no skinny jeans
I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In ’86 spitting free in the park
I’ve been patiently waiting
Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement's
An understatement, I’m taking rap flow to a plateau
These assholes you clap fo’
Just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward
Thinking [mind of mine] be skipping pass those
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I’m baffled by the skill you n***as lack though
Choruses repeating, its boring whatchu speaking
I’m at war with all you heathens
I’m a warrior emceeing. Man I’m killing ‘em


(Samples)
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[Ortiz don’t confuse him with these other cats]
[The best across the board ] [New York]
[When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak]
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[Be proud of me and coming up in rap]
[The best across the board ]
[When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak]

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
N***as tiptoe around me , bunch of ballerinas
I see ya’ll calling out of work with the coward fever
Shit, I wouldn’t want it with the Yaowa either
[Man y'all don't hear me tho, Alopecia]
N***a line a hundred n***as up and watch a hundred n***as drop
In a hundred different spots, bunch of Dalmatians
I play this fire in my drive when I’m riding through your block
Lifting everybody up call that salvation


(Samples)
[he’s back give him room to breath]
[Ortiz don’t confuse him with these other cats]
[The best across the board ] [New York]
[When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak]
[He’s back give him room to breath]
[JO E double L O]
[Another Yaowa chant when I touch the mic]
[When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak]


[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
I deliver you from evil when you’re listening to yo’ speakers turned up
Like the club, yeah I get in with my sneakers and my workout [attire]
Feel my dick through these Adidas sweatpants
I don’t dance, two stepping with a liter of whateva
But whateva though I’m clever so you never know
When I’mma leave [that cadence and let Cadence] kick a better flow

(girl voice)
Dana dana dana dan, I’m telling ya’ll its about to go down