[Intro:] How we doin' this shit? How's this shit runnin'? Yeah* [Verse 1:] You're payin' me to guest appear? That's like handin' me five Gs to slice you from chest to ear These veterans here spew sentiments of pain After I shoot the gift my stage presence/presents will remain Visions came to you after you picked my brain If you got creative juices Then I got the fruit from which they came Think I'm heartless cause crews get slain But of course I got a heart What else could pump this steel through my veins And C don't aim to please I aim to kill lame MCs Point my slang at their brains and squeeze You bring five fingers of death to cats? I got one finger to bring you to death in four seconds flat And you won't last so don't brag You wanna go toe to toe? I'm tryin' to go toe to toe tag So when you hear that chirp sound Spit my verse clown That way you can make it 20 seconds through the first round I stay strep throat from screamin' rated X quotes Battled the whole Tunnel for doe Players left broke So the shit I'm on You're not remotely on that And nobody's fuckin' with my crew Quote me on that [Chorus:] This is theme music so smoke your weed to it And choke MCs to it You know how we do it And to the haters? I know you feel me though You hatin' on me but you hear me though And to my people that's evil Drinkin' and drivin' illegal Smokin' and high as an eagle Bitches I'm tryin' to see you But to the haters I know you feel me though You hatin' on me but you hear me though [Verse 2:] It's C Dub, chewed up in a rented Benz I'd speed up but the tank is on E like Eminem One blunt The hoes hands right in my pants Two blunts And I'm on the opposite side of the road like I'm in France I spit hate Fuck that For each mixtape I bless Your record release date is pushed a month back But we can spar sittin' Drop 50 bars shittin' The bathroom or the vocal booth, no large difference I hit herb smoke Spit to split nerves open None of that shit you spit is worth quotin' Each verse smokin' 78, never fake Leave you in the middle of nowHere like the letter "H" Better get it straight Before I straighten it myself You a clone I diss you, I'm hatin' on myself Copy headed Like take your slopped edit demo Document it Fuck you, fuck him And tell 'em Copy said it [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Get your soft crew So I can clip them off too My clique can not lose Got sick shit to drop soon You picked the wrong dude Quick to cock tools Start the beef at 5:58 and make the six o'clock news I still battle Dawg, ain't no slaughterin' me Besides, I don't battle for nothin' short of a G It's sort of a change A New World Order in my brain Waiter, come here I need a new girl, order some brain The hottest shit I creep low with a freak hoe Honest bitch I got a dick that a giraffe couldn't deep throat You weak though You're tired clique? I put 'em six feet You could empty an entire clip and couldn't hit me You miss me What you gettin' done, spittin' dumb? Usin' bitten shit to battle me But forgot I'm the one you bit it from Crunch time with the one ton mind wordsmith 21 rhymes I didn't hear one line worth shit Fucks your purpose? All your verses worthless This is Mhz turf Get off the Earth you worthless Tell someone, what I'm spittin' is not flames And you're +Dead Wrong+ like B.I.G. layin' in Pac's grave For every mill I pull I add a syllable to my flow That means for now, I'm killin' 'em slow Stay smashin' cats I ain't goin' nowhere I'll be here tomorrow Day after tomorrow And the day after that [Repeat Chorus:]
