Whatup, hello, buneos dias, koneecheewah, bonjour...
Je m'apelle greenie—on the mic with krs—on tour...
Come again? Like an encore, live scallops ain't this raw...
2010's my first album—but I've rhymed since 84...
I just been more underground than a dead body...
Now I'm comin' out stompin like a hip hop zombie...
... And I'm gonna git you, sucka...
The lyrical kiss of death is comin'--so pucka!
I was writin' rhymes back when Dwayne said "HEY HEY HEY"
I was doin girls who had pootangs... Not vuh jay jays
Krs is next to me, so you best be respecting me...
You think thachu got flow? But check it – I got yo vasectomy...
Snip snip __RIP rip – get A grip grip—
You in some shit shit... I done fucked up your drip drip...
It's the chronic dichotomy of doin' rappers like sodomy
While I'm lyrically expressin' all this pain thas' inside of me...
My parents--they lied to me... My ex-wife--died to me--
So many things in my life that I've tried to be...
This is the real me--- feel me--
Only I can heal me--
And only you can heal you--that's reality--- really!
Topic that off get let's but...
Reverse in rhyme my if what
Ain't it backwards? -how I look like a white stockbroker...
But you bring me any emcee and they portfolio's over...
'Dem gangstas wear mo' masks than the last day of October...
They in my range like a rover... Faker than 9 leaf clovers...
My album's droppin' like a hot can o' soda...
Krs pulled my tab off, boom – it's over!
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