verse:

im funna-getchu-back, you throwin the rong punch lines/

choppin shit so hard, you cood swear im hittin-a-gold-mine/

float ranglas walkin, talkin like i wont hear-no-fucka/

ill pop-that-muzzle like a storm, wont hear-no-thunda/

bitches tellin me shit, but they dont bring-no-anger/

ill strike em back raw, wit outta sign-of-danger/

my tones so high, I dont care if you tired-of-me/

i throw three dope lines, his eyes the size-of-a-flee/

draggin down on my back like im committen-a-felony/

im just fuckin wit-ya-mind, wile im keepin-in-melody/

ill be spitten that hood talk til your head-gets-swollen/

if my mouth quick-movin then my head keep-flowin/

if you funna-start-dippin, then yo eyes-il-keep-glowin/

if my height-aint-movin, then my skill-keeps-growin/

ill keep walkin-my-path as the light grows-dimmer/

startin to vear off, cause it cant get-no-thinner/

chorus:

flows-set-off, gettin five to rip nine/

follow-a-path, addin chymes-to-my-shine/

shots-il-drop, take time-ta-see-me/

open-ya-head, an ya-betta-believe-me/

flows-set-off, gettin five to rip nine/

follow-a-path, addin chymes-to-my-shine/

shots-il-drop, take time-ta-see-me/

open-ya-head, an ya-betta-believe-me/

verse:

they travelin a long way, not funna-find-me/

all on my dick, like they tryina-drive-me/

lookin for fame, as far as my eyes-can-see/

cross ya feed, as long as my mouth-il-breathe/

tryin ta to tell em facts, but they just dont believe/

smack em in the mouth an they teeth start to bleed/

i strike rite-at-the-chyme of a clocks tic-tock/

there aint nuthin so sweet as hearin-a-gun-unlock/

but then spillin the bullets like they sumthin to eat/

grenades droppin in the dirt, rollin up under-your-feet/

you can never top the best, or the king of-the-punch-lines/

ill have the hood outside of your crib rite around-lunch-time/

follow-tha-feelin, they getin locked down on demo-lition/

no body wanna hear bout the bitches that arent-risen/

everyone lookin, watchin three different segiments/

bodys gettin torn up in twelve different ligaments/

chorus:

flows-set-off, gettin five to rip nine/

follow-a-path, addin chymes-to-my-shine/

shots-il-drop, take time-ta-see-me/

open-ya-head, an ya-betta-believe-me/

flows-set-off, gettin five to rip nine/

follow-a-path, addin chymes-to-my-shine/

shots-il-drop, take time-ta-see-me/

open-ya-head, an ya-betta-believe-me/

verse:

people turnin they heads, im seein-suspicious-behavior/

aint no-one gotcha back, keep thinkin theyll-save-ya/

people keep-tellin-me i need to be improvin-my-mind/

you keep-lookin-back, why cant you forget-the-past-times/

mutha fuckers just dont know, that theres none-left-to-give/

callin outcha name, like is it soon-to-die or soon-to-live/

why you funna talk, an why ya eyes gon-look-crispy/

for talkin like that, im gonna putcha threw ripleys/

believe or not, or whether you see it or not/

i talk over a bitch like they i dont see em or what/

where the hoes at, you dont no that, suckas/

where ya flow at, you dont no that, fuckas/

boys gon look at me, while they ballin a thick fist/

fuckin wit me, is like takin your name off-a-check-list/

i take a look in my eyes, my brains-lookin-infected/

im seein myself, its like a cold-strained-reflexion/

it looks odd from the side, but your-heads-crooked/

you see my name in lights, your face-looks-shookin/