you knew that i was commin cause you herd my name
but you dont know my game
and neva felt my pain
cant read my brain
but you read my lips
and got scared you you herd i was commin with hits
now dont even trip
be a man instead
give thanks im alive when i should be dead
i have to rest cause my mind is to sort
and people claimin they know me when they only know a porshon
i can move mountains and touch the sun
dont get scare now you new this day would come