i had songs in my brain,
locked up in the rain,
now they're trying to escape,
sometimes it flows,
sometimes it glows,
some so meaningless that they sound like a backword tape
i learnt my own tricks,
i never copied shit like them freaks,
my rod is so hot fakers get ya pricks
i got tired of life but i never stopped living,
the atmospere was so hot but i never stopped chilling
now they're feeling what i'm singing,

it took me 13 years to get here,
those distant calls i still hear,
my inspirations took away my fear,
now that fame is finally here,
fakers wanna tear me up like an old rag,
my enemies wanna stake me up like an old hag,
ya all can eat the shorts i sagg,
ya all mad with envy, i'm not ur enemy,
Your beef is with God not me,

so take your eyes off my wall,
niggers rise, niggers fall,
but the land man standing i'll be the judge of them all,
i'm about to make my move,
hate it or love it, man this is my groove
i'm the lyrical dog barking on top of ya roof!! wuff!! wuff!! wuff!!
my disturbance against your resistance,
i'll give u no chance for repentance,
ever heard of lyrical annoyance, bounce nigger bounce!