Yeah, Mic Club and Waste Management
Javelin Fangz, WolfGang, sharp fangz, yeah

The vocalist with osmosis spit
Canibus on some robust robot ****
You're not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit
Nine hundred fifty more bars just to talk to the kid

They just rappers, I'm a cloud of galactic matter comin' at ya
Like radar or race car spelt backwards
The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics
Concubines are forbidden to compare it until I finish

The magnetic patient will record the same thing
While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing
Spittin' rhymes 'cause significant mission lapse time
You'll be fine, don't rewind, move onto the next line

Three boogies, ten O' clock high, I die if I do not try
Ostriches are not supposed to fly
Fighter pilots with not eyelids, did you see what I just did?
Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a *****

Textbook vertical spin landed on the wing, I'm in
The evil bald eagle strike you again
Yuri Gagarin, I met him when we he came to heaven
My first guest from terra firma p***age, Magellan

I didn't hesitate to tell him, twenty twelve
You police yourselves
As Earth travels through the gravity belt
And I can offer you no help

The period of purification
Can be described to somethin' you call hell
Yeah, S P E L L R A P E L
Down to W E L L, WolfGang

Start at your head, I end it quick and in your ***
Send your career on a collision course, then you'll crash
I'ma laugh motha***ker, its gon' only get worse
You'll hit a tree and you go flyin' through your window head first

Foes come in the white mink, leave in the red fur
Get your ***kin' *** kicked, leave with your head hurt
Beef with me equals dead thugs
Even when I'm ***kin' asleep, stomp out you bedbugs

The hitman, buck, quick
One thing I can't stand in this rap game is a ***** ***
*****, who suck ****
Rap too good for the hood, who's the don?
And they said I'd never make it with a help from 'You know who'
But I proved them wrong

Even without money in my pocket I still move along
And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song
I was never ***ed out, my label's the only label
And the motha***kin' world is able to take the trash out

Call me sweet, Big Kevin, I ***k a ***** 'til she p*** out
I got hands too when I ***, a lot of *****z don't wanna back out
Dirty *****z, they gon' pull a mac out
'Cause I rap grapple and box, make compe***ion tap out

I put it down, I cut them down
You know I'm known to shut them down
Dudes is jokin', I laugh, take cash 'cause they clowns
If they got beef with that I get Canibus to spray the rounds

Take them down, I'm the Godfather
Long Island music here to take the crown
Breeze through, enemies quiet, they don't make a sound
Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town
I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground

Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now?