Hand game nice you don't wanna scrap with me

Plus I always keep the motherf**kin' strap with me

Asshole at the bar the Billy Batts in me

I throw a four punch combo mad quickly

Why you think I'm always rhyming so passionately

Why you think I lay out the violence graphically

If you was smart you would never wanna clash with me

Nonito Donaire the filipino flash in me

And I always got gun on my waist

And the bullet go through either your stomach or face

Disrespect anybody I don't run or get chased

I'm DJ Magic Mike god pumping the bass

I don't like human contact up in my space

Or you'll likely get a ball bat up in your face

P***y rapper you are a f**king disgrace

I'm children of the Corn Killa Cam god running with Mase stupid

To me it's not a discussion it's invisible chess

I am the essence what you would call hallucinations

Have my pawns put you in check

F**k it who's to say what insane is

So your a shooter boy A gun man Iron on your waist

Rude bwoy I'll let the gemstar wine 'pon your face

You don't stand a chance muthaf**kah I'll lay you out on the corner

Like a stamp muthaf**kah I'm the champ muthaf**kah

And this is my city die with me if your live

Try to feel that vibe with me Ravenous

Dig your b***h back until it's cavernous

Rib shots off the top rope and she ain't mad at it

Passionate pass time persecuting pacifists

Crack baby facts baby I'm just tryna manage it

I am the essence what you would call hallucinations

Are windows jump out of one you'll feel rejuvenated

F**k it who's to say what insane is

Who's to say what a saint is It's prolly the same s**t

I learned a portion of that when I was in stasis

Astonishment is an illusion just like the fame is what