Next time, fiddle and try with every rhyme,
Be the reason hip-hop starts to wither and die.
Done with the weak shit, I'm blowin' ya back in time,
Back when you were better, back when coca cola was a dime.

Stronger than typhoon, get ya head up like high noon.
Rap like I'm ready to die soon.
And I don't advise you to try dude, look at how I move,
I split a spliff faster for my groove.

Since I was 5'2, remember who was loyal to my rule,
We call em' Emb Boys, they will find you.
A daily reminder you can wind up with peoples behind you.
Literally at any time, as inconvenient as Randu.