[ VERSE 1 ]

I ain't one to gossip, but I heard your shit was wack

And I ain't one to brag, but this jam is fat

I won't push you to the extreme to say I'm all that

But if you have to ask, then you must think that

Don't understand what it means to be conceited

Never left a sentence or a verse incompleted

In a battle I won't get defeated

And I don't get mad, I get heated

Had to wreck the ones that wanted to fight me

Don't give a damn if nobody likes me

Never lit the likes of pipes or hype

I'm livin for me, myself and the mic

Love to rock Nikes and a dope sweat hoodie

You can't buy vinyl at no Sam Goody

Hip-hop DJ's, what will you do

Record companies don't know, when you do, buy two

They're killin hip-hop with ease

And I hate those damn cd's

Now let's talk about the birds and Heather B's

Sisters, don't allow yourself to get skeezed

And believe I got the mad self-respect

So recognize and understand my rep

And if you show me any disrespect

You better know that I get wreck



[ CHORUS ]

And I get wreck

(On and on and on and on)--