(feat. Slug)nn[VERSE 1: Slug]nI dictate while most MC's lactatenCan't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaksnThey stand still with a little bit of spittlenDrippin off the middle of they lips tryin to light a cigarettenAnd I'ma watch em all choke on my vomitnTook apart, shook up they heart, they died on itnAnd I promise, if you could hide from this monsternYou'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and conquernSome gotta die 'fore the dumb realizenNot everyone can fly, most don't have wingsnKeep takin a nap, wear a brick for a capnOr get the fuck off the lap before you lose everythingnI spit shrapnel while the villagers babblenSlice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin unravelnWe're here to scrape off a layer of your make-upnSo we can see what a bitch is really made ofnn[VERSE 2: Brother Ali]nI step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglownWalkin tall enough to make your half moon wholenYou don't need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo'nCause I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, thoughnYou and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & LouisenCause you got a drum machine and you ( ? )nYou need to respect a fuckin legend when he breathesn'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your kneesnShock the body-body, rock the consciousnessnStagger the imagination, box your esophagusnThe paradime, you stepped past the linenAnd I show you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grindnStreet magician like David Blaine with these songsnCrip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats onnSlug got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats brokenAnd your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won'tnn(You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)