I'm Rushin You Like A Defensive End As I Recommend
That You Comprehend, I Could Stomp You In
A Battle, Contest, Or War, What Will Occur
Will Be The Forfeiture, Of Your Immature
Insecure For Sure, Meek, Weak Visions Of Grandeur
To Rudely Awaken You, And Then'll Be Breakin You
Taxin Without Askin And Trackin And Snakin You
Makin You Succumb To The Drums Of Gangstarr