I give a shit about the kick that's been coming from the underground spot
beating the pop up, the fuck up that lays all around
Now give me sound from the other side
every night it's gonna go on and flow on and on and on and on

Mister son of a gun I got a run now
My time is over run you over like a Range Rover
Oh my god incredible superstar,
throw some lyrics make them run like a supercar
When you know where I'm at, your fatter than fat,
cause help me god if I ain't the cool cat
Unequal, it's not even legal
I's chased by the rap police like Bugsy Seagel

Baseline, baseline we've got fools on the case and their giving me baseline
Baseline, baseline
Baseline, baseline we've got fools on the case and their giving me baseline
Baseline, baseline

Now we've back in the game
The Quarashi pain it's plain
I see the suckers fall out and the fuckers call out: Pick me up
But they don't know what it's about
I do my shit on the mic and I'm pleasing the crowd
Jump back, get back or else your getting a smack on your face
just like your daddy used to smack you way back in the days
This ain't no silly ass game I'm playing, hear what I'm saying, now start
praying

What we have is breaking us down
What we had is breaking us down (x3)