P Double Statik Selektah Paul Wall Aye I'm sittin' crooked like a copper on the tape But this ain't copper nor a rhodium gold plate Flawless gang, all real, no fake Prop 64 been fuckin' up my cake But real hustlers find a way to get it, we don't wait I believe in hard work, I don't believe in fate State to state, get it straight, let the record state Fade and switch, switchin' lanes, movin' 'round with haste Rated top 10, hands down, no debate You got your hands dirty, now you're tryna clean my plate Pop you in your shit, now you got a metal plate Popped the trunk and dropped the fifth wheel, let it scrape Soundin' like an earthquake, no, that's just the bass You soundin' like a bitch every time I hear you hate All that salt droppin', you should check your heart rate Me and you are not the same, nah, we don't equate 'Cause I'ma go and get it, you gon' probably hesitate While you chasin' tail, I be on my paper chase Solid out the gate, my word I will not negate Me bein' broke? Nah, that don't correlate There was a time that malice was mine My wrath and pride was at the size of Houston and Dallas combined Metastasize, gave my icy heart a metallica shine Mind with the Terrence Malick design Scattered imagery and symmetry of patterns of rhyme, now in his prime But he's damn near out of his mind, how is it I'm Spillin' blood from this chalice of wine? Writin' life with the passion of Christ in this broken palace of blind Haters and fools in this neighborhood I'm native to too Hoppin' the obstacles on the way to the jewels I done my best to do the dodgin' of these raiders and ghouls Had to wrestle through the margins, I ain't made up a rouse It's a new state of grace, I ain't got no pressure to produce I'm exceptional, it's effortless to catch and shoot the juice I been sippin' it for years, while you thirst buckets Jumpin' off the bridge, coming crashin' down to Earth, fuck it Billy blizzard of Oz, the wizard arrives Itchy trigger fingers and knives, the serial killer eyes My villains supply high potent maniacal Ayatollahs Let the 9 explode, settin' fire to the entire globe I approach, personification of annihilation Weapons spray, plutonium, I'm a violation Down with my Timberlands on, leave you forty below the snow beach With a smile on my face, and gold teeth Box logo supreme printed uniform Goon of war, shooter squad movin', gratitude to God Incarcerated, Scar Faces die escapin' the car chases That end in explosions on parkways Poltergeist, we own the night Overstand and rep the culture right Hold the mic, like a MAC-11 in a toaster fight Billy Bolero, pistols aerodynamic Made from insane fiberglass ceramics, layin' rappers into caskets