Xzibit intro:. Yes yes. Ahh ahh. Bring it live. Yo it's the X to the Z from the Likwit Squad. Hook:. "One MC" "After" (x3). "On the mic"- Souls Of Mischief. [Xzibit]. All that get money take money sound funny. So I stick to my own I can feel it in my bones. These clones and clowns ain't really down. Play the background westbound. Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound. Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine. You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine. All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight. Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight. Bring truth to the light. I write rhymes for the under. Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber. Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down. As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around. Mr. X to the Z from the Likwit Crew. LA to Elviaire with my man EQ. Coming live and direct with your neck like this. Come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift. I stay fucked up. Hook. [Del]. Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous. Kids are squeamish. When they attempt to refless. I'm the Apex. Shows get rocked half the words ?. Hold your glock your whole goal is props. You'll never get 'em. My rhythm just fluctuates. You can't O.D. no matter how much you take. I rush your plates. Crack your lenses clean like Benzene. Cool like Menthol. My shits the end all. Majorly gain your speed slow your role. You lie and like Pinochio your nose will grow. Let's go. Underground compress co. Bust these jewels these diamonds out. But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout. Mine in doubt. Traversing' the Earth like zombies. And rocks your dirty laundry. Presented to the world as comedy. Del rips it honestly that's why the girls are found of me. And don't be squandering your little flow. You ain't got many. You're fly spinning. We constitution. You seek contribution from Del for usage. Over these acoustics. I take time out for use of. Harkus representing proof in you walkman. Lockin' competition out of studios. Everyday I live is like a musical. Create my own score. More funkier than Shaft on my musical path. Hook. [Casual]. They like "ooh. Don't say that.". When it's lay doe A dat Competition where they at?. I diss 'em. Steady at the rhythm. Like a pilot I keep you silent. Through the turbulence words will get violent. Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes. All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave. It's the brave courageous lyrically contagious. Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of. An Egyptian. We rips then. Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'. Cause no light shine through a flow like mine. Casual might ignite the mic for pastime. With one style older than the sundial. My elaborate connection of words is fun how. I display dismay this way gettin' bissy. Crackers show off the top while I'm hittin' a J. My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs. for the wack it gets foul. Got a Full Metal Jacket off rhymes to press. To manifest under pressure. Past style a lyrical treasure. Never the less I get fresher. It's involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows. Will dispose of all. When they appear in my crystal ball. I know you wish I fall. "Yes y'all". Hook.