Welcome to the surplus

My rhymes underneath the surface

Time to bring it to the light right

Despite what you thought you heard

I be hearing other words going around

Fuck these clowns

Ran from my 9 to 5

Still plan to keep it live all day

Can't see it any other way

It's time for me to execute

Maybe be the next to shoot

Blow out your dome get gone

Looking at me sideways

They might find you in your driveway

Or some remote highway

I do it my way

Never convert to yours

Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score

Full court press we stress

Then open up your chest, shatter the cage

No 12 gauge

We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks

We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what

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We flip these while you niggas flip those

The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows

We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows

We up in they face sophisticated mic pros

Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive

With classical shit since 1995

While niggas insist they #1 on the list

I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist

We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan

The illest MC to ever come from San Fran

Money and grands you better watch the quick hand

Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand

You seein a man who had a choice with a voice

Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd

But nevertheless the best man on the mic

You try to recite but can't get the lines right

We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades

When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed

No further delays about a thou for the show

Be up in their face sophistic