Welcome to the surplus 
My rhymes underneath the surface 
Time to bring it to the light right 
Despite what you thought you heard 
I be hearing other words going around 
Fuck these clowns 
Ran from my 9 to 5 
Still plan to keep it live all day 
Can't see it any other way 
It's time for me to execute 
Maybe be the next to shoot 
Blow out your dome get gone 
Looking at me sideways 
They might find you in your driveway 
Or some remote highway 
I do it my way 
Never convert to yours 
Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score 
Full court press we stress 
Then open up your chest, shatter the cage 
No 12 gauge 
We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks 
We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what 
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We flip these while you niggas flip those 
The dopest mc's that got the sickest type flows 
We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows 
We up in they face sophisticated mic pros 
Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive 
With classical shit since 1995 
While niggas insist they #1 on the list 
I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist 
We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan 
The illest mc to ever come from san fran 
Money and grands you better watch the quick hand 
Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand 
You seein a man who had a choice with a voice 
Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd 
But nevertheless the best man on the mic 
You try to recite but can't get the lines right 
We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades 
When i don't get paid i leave the whole block sprayed 
No further delays about a thou for the show 
Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what 
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Yo we three steps ahead of y'all 
You niggas thought that i was scared a y'all 
You niggas need the geritol 
The rookie of the year is clear 
Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet 
But none of y'all could pose a threat 
I pump fear in the vein remain the same 
Go against the grain 
Keep it straight ahead so spread 
I be goin for they head takin they neck 
Takin my respect 
Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat 
While y'all be runnin in the streets 
Knowin that you can't compete 
I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat 
Watchin y'all cheat 
This game wasn't made for kids 
We get rid of the weak rhymes 
So when it's time to speak mine 
I got about a thousand flows 
No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros 
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Understand this 
Grand imperial 
Soulfather rasco 
You know it 
Peace to planet asia 
Cali agents nigga 
Believe that 
99 to 2 thou