Verse 1]nMy shit sells, tell your folk'sn[Nigga) I'm no jokenMy lines make your ears bleed I'm audio cokenI'm audio blownYou snort this threw your ear lobsnA natural high, this is pumped all over the globenI'm worth, more then goldnGot pushers on every corner I Take controlnOf these so-called streetsnMy whole network, is underground, kept underneathnThe black marketnSell my rhymes and my beatsnAnd weak niggaz O.D.nOff my musicnIf I told you once, (I) told you twice not to abuse itnI bake niggaz lose itnThey fiend for minenYour heart starts racing like the deep bass linenThey say I've committed a crime by coming on innLike heroin in a syringenA friend to a friendnA testament that the war on drugs just ain't workingnThe nose candy got me the Benz, that I merk innI'm 24 hoursnLike PerkingsnMy fine white powdernIs addictive to the third personnA certain, cause for concern, the laws inforcednHere's a hit if, niggaz want to ride the white horsenFeel the rush of adrenalinenFucked by my medicinenBuilt in the lab, down in my basementnSo good you can taste it (one sniff)nIt's dopenI'm drugs to your ears son, I'm audio cokenI,m audio blow...nn[Chorus]nThe aroma reaches up to my nostrilsnn[Verse 2]nWhen I'm boiled to perfection, I rocknI'm made for your blocknCreated for the street's I get cut like crack rocknYou're boom box, gets hotnAnd spreads my wavesnThat's how I get paidnNiggaz become slavesnAddicted to the waynYo I smoke the MIC?nInhale the fumes, produced take you up to knew heightsnI sport the new Nikes plus a big gold chainnI'm the cousin of cocainenBut worst for your brainnMy audio is not what you use in moderationnGet heavy rotation, On radio stationsnI'm what your parents hate for realnMake the product your kids buynAnd the record stores sellnFrom half to a millnI make niggaz killnI'm independent so I go where I feelnFor realnBring the Ruckusn2 tears and a bucketnThe more they hate this, the more the fans love itnAnd the cops can't touch itnWe much crook's wisernThe dealer ain't problem, nigga it's the suppliernWhere there's smoke, there's firenTake a toke, you desirenMore of this you requirenThen purchase the albumnLike thousands caught up in the web we weavenAt first we practice to deceivenSo strong you can here it, one line it's dopenI'm drugs to your ears son, I'm audio cokenI'm audio blow...nn[Chorus]nThe aroma reaches up to my nostrils