Yeah Heh Yeah And I'm taking my time I'm shaping and shaking the rhyme like I'm staking my claim Like I'm making a bomb I'm making a simple ... that I'm sick of the game, sick of the simple insane I got that reality dragged back to the basics Give me that beat, it is what it's got to be Cause the rhythm's an addiction that I've got to feed
You could say what you think that it ought to be And pop lipped to your buddy just not with me Cause I'm heavy with the track drums Capped with the boom back in action Slapped all your crew back to a fraction Rap like a wolfpack am I back son And they do cause the rep stays solid and true We ought to be ... but stop before we do Something stupid and ridiculous Look I'm just so sick of this ... life and death until your breath is gone