Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I flow rhymes wicked And bust some to keep me uplifted It flows to my braincells like from smoke I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc' I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats Stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme My freakin' frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's I drop flows through Customs and get sniffed out Like I stole somethin' when I'm bustin' I'm Don of mic with this shit I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig, yeah Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna Backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays Can't get these nuts on the real It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel I still rock with My Adidas With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin' heaters So get off, get off and if you want the real scoop On the E Double, check the sounds I rise my eyes burnt like cherry Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry I don't know so I'm sayin' bye-bye Until next try Def Squad, is in the house, yo Green Beret, is in the house, yo L.O.D., is in the house, yo Keith Murray, is in the house, yo And Jesus is a f**kin' puppeteer, the devil cut my Sights off and I'm runnin' wild in this atmosphere For mad niggaz it's curtains I'm losin' my mind in this biological universe In my dreams, I'll be gettin' away, drivin' a hearse So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin' up the devil first And leavin' the skull decapitate his ass, catchin' wreck Rip off his head and shit down his f**kin' neck, bitch From the little voice in my conscious I might just leave a crazy-ass unconscious And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die 'Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch West coast, is in the house, yo East coast, is in the house, yo N.Y.C., is in the house, yo Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now? I'ma come down to represent the juveniles I kick styles that niggaz can't f**k with 'Cause when I come down, I cold wreck the whole shit Now who the f**k wanna see Jamal, I fades 'em all And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall Now I come down to be the illest, the realest Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit 'Cause I be the illest little kid, I'm ready to rip Any motherf**ker that wanna step nigga I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the f**k you figure That you can f**k with me, I be the illest B.G. Bustin' from Philly, chillin' up in Cali Sally from the Valley, f**ked me and she burned me So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC that step And let them know where the weapon is kept You punk bitch and I hit a switch Any motherf**ker step, I dump him in the ditch, trick