nGimme a beat I can freak to, a crowd I can speak tonAnd one quick, dumb chick who's nice with cerebralnYou bootleggin' my shit, and you gonna leak tonSteppin' on your records and your rep, it proceeds younYour weapons are lethal, you'll leave a nigga see throughnAnd nobody can beat you, uh huh, I know, me toonYou need more people, 'cause we don't believe younYou need me to teach you the evils that we donMy flows is water, but I can only lead younI can't make you drink, I can only make you thinknMatter fact, take a seat, I'll break it down from A-ZnAnd walk away with everything, you don't believe? just wait and seenAin't enough room for this year on my resumenI'm the future but I'm caught up in tomorrow's yesterdaynEven though I'm technically a feather weightnMy flows weigh heavy on your mind, the pressure make your brain levitatenFunny how y'all niggas quick to hesitate, but when the bomb detinatenThe body count be too high to estimatenThen the plague marchin in, aint nobody stoppin themn12 Monkeys, lots of timbs, stompin on your mochasinsnYou're fightin' for your oxygen *Breathe nigga breathe*nNow you got until I count to ten *Leave nigga leave*nI don't give a fuck if you gotta swing from the leaves of the treesnGrow some wings, float away with the breezenI'm coming back to roost, 'cause y'all had a nigga cooped upnY'all let them chickens get your noodle souped upnAccording to your roster, you's an imposternFaggot, skid marks, in the front of your boxersnTalkin 'bout what you chopped up, before you got locked upnBut you're singin' an opera as soon as the cops comenBut people are not dumb, you ought to get a jobnThen you can rap about all the water you mopped upn*Who's the king of New York*nTo each his own, you can keep your thronenEvery time I speak a poem, leave you with your speakers blownnEvery single thing you hear me say on records, we condonenAnd I leave your dome smoking like Cheech & ChongnPlague