Yeah, tired of all this shit God
Channel you wanna come out?
Niggas betta respect this shit
I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin' real lame
Same ol' funny cats, Radio Cats, Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards
Quiet stormin', we still countin' enourmous odds
One enter this shit, in a sence represent
Just the sun drenched the Gods up
Kept his law start date March 5th ninteen nintey nine
Mighty healthy, wealthy for fine
Braveheart, veins, respect mines
Before the war happened, we connect to your glass spines
And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines?