Yo

This is hardcore outta my heart's core

Principle's, laws, equations, formulas being drawn on chalkboards

Generatin thought forms

Quicker than Concorde's

Wit onboard computers logged on to OnStar

On guard

Take ten steps and draw

I'm tha law around these parts

Respect it dog

Or you might spend a weekend in the county morgue

Wit an unsuitable coffin thats way too small

And a deacon blessin ya body at ya funeral

You get a 21 blunt salute and life goes on

Gotta stay positive focus on the protons

And post dope songs on MP3.com

As deep as a 2Pac poem

I wish I got to know him

Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest and now they gone

What's goin on

On my album I'ma do a song "Who Shot Ya Remix" featuring

Shyne and Sean

Before I battle strangers

I make em sign disclaimers

That state that they're aware of the danger

See I might be overwellmed wit anger

Split ya skull open like a banana

Or bludgeon ya face wit a hammer

You wanna rhyme?

Fill out this W-9

Sign below the the dotted line

Now ya publishing's mine

I gotta have ya publishin rights

Hang you upside down

See if you scared of heights

Remember Vanilla Ice?

Ask Paradise if I'm nice

I took the train down to Chamber Street

And blacked out on his mixtape twice

Back in '95 I was a tiny guy

You could see the hunger in my eyes

I just wanted to rhyme

And I'm STILL in my prime

STILL chasin down what's mine

STILL like Dre., but Jay-Z ain't writin my rhymes

Quick to say 'Hi'

And quick to say bye

Take a *flick* wit some guys

And leave before the Polaroid dries

"He was standin here a miniute ago.", the brother replied

Wit his mind