I’m bringing MC’s back
None of that knick knack paddywack shit
Only facts when I hop on the track bitch
Only acts when you’re boasting like “quack”
Boy you’re ‘bout to get smacked with a couple fat stacks
Skinny dude on steroids
A bitch hidin’ inside an armor like Metroid
You will wish that you hadn’t crossed my path
Experience my wrath
Oblivious pedestrian staring at the bloodbath
I’m a gifted individual, you can call me the juggler
Leeches are jumping at me they’re aiming for the jugular
There’s turbulence, nothing but turmoil in these streets
So I meet up with the homies and start vibing on these beats
I’m from the American Paris
Where the cold is the premise
Better settle for the bliss
And if you kiss
The devil with your eyes wide open
Pray you rise wise
Else you get your sunrise stolen
So if you’re down with the FAC
Hop in the trunk and ride as far as the eye can see
Cruising 90 miles an hour in the city, no pity (P.T.)
And we won’t quit ‘til our shit is billi.