Once upon John thinking on this MC’s just don’t know That the best will never contest my flow Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya And watch you stumble as I kicks it I blow ya, away Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props But no, they got butt flow What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow I appear as a foundation, laced in your face That there will be no replacin So trace your tracks or face the mack ‘cause I got your girlfriend and ain’t no takin her back Word I got it like that, so if you strike back Steal, or don’t say shit I play with brains Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged We became the fly macks It’s like that, ‘cause we got it like that (8X) What a little way to express the anger Ya done pressed the stranger, danger Might change a wrong to right Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight And fuss with us so we must discuss Busting your brain right open And you strain I’m hoping Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion Was not potent enough to fade the master yet Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic I flip like side be