Take a sip from the cup of death…
And when you’re shaking my right hand, I’ll stab you with the left.
Look here: “Mo’ money, mo’ problems,” my ass.
You’s a naive cat if you still believe that.
I come strong, I make knowledge born,
I flip the script and rock on
From P.M. past to fucking Dawn.
I’m the one-man army Ason
I’ve never been tooken out…I keep MC’s lookin’ out.
I drop science like girls be dropping babies,
Enough to make a nigga go craaaaazy!
Fuck the Febreze, I’m stinkin’ like that Ol’ Dirty Bastard.
That’s that Wu and Mobb shit; don’t turn it up…blast it.