I’m prolly what you’d call aRecord industry population enforcerI slaughter like a hunnid rappers each quarterIn order to keep the shit in orderTrack wack niggaz down from borda ta bordaJust like the stories of the hare and the tortoiseThe rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forestBut lost cuz the Tortoise had enduranceI always stay focused the longestI promise I could battle any artist until they just get exhaustedand forfeitWit actual supernatural forcesI’m a Horseman from HellImmune to the garlic water and the crossesAfter the last album I went thru a metamorphasisAnd probably fired more niggaz than Doug Morris didI kicked the dead beats outTurned around and switched my whole team outNow I got some bangin ass beats nowIt paid offCuz I came offLike AdolfAnd I could murda any mutha-what camp I concentrate onWit the first strikeI’m so niceI could exterminateMore suckas than the 1st ReichThe way I burn mic’sI’ve been accused of bein all hypeAll bark and no biteEvery night I got into a bar fightDefendin my titleCuz niggaz was like « Yo, yo, I ain’t feelin ya shit »And i had to beat they ass wit Tae -BoRead somewhere that I was wack?!Musta been a typoOut of a grand i got 755 votes faFreestyle Champion2 years in a rowThe type of rhymes I be spittinYa’ll suckas ain’t even closeYou wonder why I do dis?I do disBecause I find it therapeudicFor all my entusaiasts to love my musicYou stupidMy brain’s fasta than Craig cimputersThe microprocessor’s submerged in cryogenic fluidsOn some rude shitPut doo-doo on ya bootAnd tell you you betta not use