[Verse]
The Verbal Villain; you feelin him, know the feeling, he chillin, he bone chillin
He thrillin em how he killin em; Fill em up with synonyms
Spinnin em with a grin on em; Winnin em over, sinnin though
But yo, who the f*ck he kiddin?
"Yo what the f*ck he spittin? Is that something different?
There's something missin, sh*t, there must be, listen!
Oh I know, oh I know, oh I know; look there it go, there it go, there it go
He ain't sayin nothin stupid, he ain't sayin nothin wack!"
Ya just f*ckin stupid I'm just playin with the track, call the Mayor matter fact
Rhyme sprayer I attack, hungry all day that's how I act
Dismiss your prayers back, yo it's Mr. Slay The Track, Al Miller play it back
Gather instrumentals, essentials to make it crack;
Credentials to get a dap, potential to spit a rap so amazin
Change the scenery, straight to brain the stinky greenery
Looks deceiving thee but you believe in me & grieve for me
If I should ever leave this Earth, my worth magnify for the whole fam & I
I'll be damned if I do & if I don't then who want
A problem with the Immortal? Asylum sick let me warn you
A minor slip I destroy you, implore you to try your luck elsewhere so aware
Struck with knowledge of self, acknowledge the skill
Verb snipes from hills, I earn stripes in fields, you herbs write your will
A-Mill, S-E-L it's backwards for real
& I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill
We fill your soul with chills, chill
[Hook]
And I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
[Verse]
The sour dieseler than Kevin Nash, put a big boot to your beggin ass
My book of rhymes is my weapons stash, kept it vast
That corny sh*t get deaded fast, behead the mass
Verb known to head the class; Grade A
Top quality around, got dames spittin game to me mahogany brown
They probably down, so I gotta see wassup
Have em make the V erupt then the feet go up I seen enough
My team is clutch; the 4th never startled us
My songs above your head, think you belong on the retarded bus
Pardon us, who target us; L dot E dot S like Spartucus
Thieves make it hard to trust; thoughts sharp a must
Wield the mental like a blade, never change, attention paid
I ain't earnin I'm robbin your respect, you vibin to my set
Time flyin they lyin if they claiming that I was tryin
See me aiming, don't hold your fire brother, you just a Wayan
Behold the sire, street attire, make the choirs praise the higher powers
Fire showers down upon the weak, I ponder deep
Bomb on beats, all storm no calm, no peace
Cons on streets that charge police
Ready for whatever drama that the sergeant brings
I harm the freaks they lovin it, who am I to disagree?
Nickname on my jersey, ala Pistol Pete
[Hook]
And I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill (we ill)
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
I am what crack was, we ill (we ill), I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
Yeah, crack rap, rap crack ... L.E.S
& I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill
We fill your soul with chills, chill