i'm about to lay down a thrashin
looks so trashed you'll be catchin
last light glympse through eyelids battin
got a stone wit ya name all scratched in.

makin it to the top, climbin one by one,
every match I make, I always outrun,
no need to compete, cause I flow like gatling gun.
step in my way, and you'll be done, son,

don't hold me up, cause I'm already down
let's give to em straight, drop the beat now

raking cash in cause I'M in fashion
kids look in at me, like they want a ration,
but, listen kid, I'm with out compasion,
step out my way, 'fore you need evacuation.

...thats all I got so far.