Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
As I invade their masquerade

They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough  you can't cut it
I let you take a swing  and you bunted
For an easy out  I leave mc's with doubt
Of exceeding  my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding  leading
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle  of O E
They have no key  or no clue
To the game at all  now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standing looking stpud  wondering why

(why man )
It was the fame  that they tried to get
Now they walking around talkin about represent

And keep it real  but I got to appeal
Cause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel

Rock a bye baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible  cause I'm
Heading for a new sector 365 days fron now  I'll
Wipe the sweat from my brow
And each and every true will stick  or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics  no matter how fine
Cotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the worlds at a stand-still
Deep in broken mansville  trapped in the moat with an avil  still

Killing yourself  and dogging ya health
You ain't amphibious  so grab a hold of yourself
Shit is-shit is ill  my flow still will spill
Toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
When I execute  acutely over the rythym
On those that pollute  extra dosages is what I gotta give em
Got em mad and tremblin
Cause I been up in my lad assemblin
Misslies  to bomb the enemy
Because they envy me  and the making of my mad currency
Currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
Cause niggas done sold their souls  and now their souls is hollow

And I think they can't follow
They can't swollow  the truth because it hurts
This is how I put it down  this is my earth  my turf
The worth of my birth is a billion  and you know what time it is
I'm going to make a million