hook)When I be on the micStop look and listenMy skill so illWhat time is it?Stop look and listenMotherfucking rap phenomenon(x2)verse1)kick it with the illest lyricsI get my inspirations from illest rhymes spitterslike Pac, Nas and Jay-Zor Weezy or Jeezy, cant foret my hero Biggiethat Ready to Die shit was a real biggienow its my turn to play the scene, roll the reelcuz I got some beats to killwith skills too illthat is why they call me the real-dealbut all I ever did was appeal how I feel. (ya feel?)mystery or history its the motherfucking masteryIf I were a Beamer then the music is the gas to meguess whod be the next to give the ecstacy to end this agonybe my guest to be the one to answer me (me~)even if my words were worth just a quarterImma get a lot of dollor quiker than a prima donna brothacuz Id been writing my rhymes since when I was four soif a pictures worth a thousand words then I worte a book of photoshook)When I be on the micStop look and listenMy skill so illWhat time is it?Stop look and listenMotherfucking rap phenomenon(x2)verse2)yeah its a rap phenomenonkeep your headphones on, cuz it goes on and onif you thought that verse one was all then (aw..) youre dead worngbetter change your OMRmanipulating the lyrics easily like cross faderbut doesnt mean theyre lighter than feathercuz impacts are greaterin fact a crater will be madecuz every word is like a meteor heading towards your earI make it, hot hotter than the weather in the equatorhotter than July? Yeah Im like Steavie WonderI make it fly, my lyrics fly high up in the skyI aint lying, go outside and look up in the skygrab the microphone and say what I gotta sayand put them in a song so theyll hear it somedaysome say Im insane, but Ive always stayed the sameam I going sane? or should I just go insane?hook)When I be on the micStop look and listenMy skill so illWhat time is it?Stop look and listenMotherfucking rap phenomenon(x2)