You heard other raps before but kept waiting For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravaganza, time sits still No propaganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet One man ran, tryna get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black jack to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O In battling, you don't want me to start tattling All up on the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattling Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LPs back on the shelf And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard Niggas still talking that shit is absurd My repertoire, is U.S.S.R P.L.O. style got thrown out the car And ran over by the Method Man Jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cause you weak in the knees like SWV Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears In Born Power, born physically, power speaking The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching