[Xzibit]. I look you in the grill. And I laugh inside. Niggas always perpetratin. Like they down to ride. But please don't try to tell me. What I can not see. What's the real definiton. Of A Fake MC. [J-Ro]. Muthafuckas only rappin since 93. And expect all props. [Xzibit]. Them gettin dropped like hot rocks. "So stop what you doin cause I'm. About to ruin"...... Like Shock-G get turned to stone. Tryin to rock me. I seperate my thought process. From stress 24 tracks inside my brain. Tyrin to maintain. I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls. I seem like Kadeem. In a whole different world. It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves. Forgettin who they are. When they try to be that superstar. They don't understand. It's all in the game plan. Exploit the art. And watch Hip-Hop fall apart. But I'm a do my part and stay true. And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you. HOOK. [Hurrincane Gee]. I'm not the type. To play games or drop. Name I just maintain. And burn rappers out the frame. Doin my part to stay true. And keep breakin down. Bitch niggas like you. [Xzibit]. But above all else. I represent it for myself. Leavin muthafuckas stretched out. Or better yet X-ed out. Xzibit Excelerate I rush it to the extreme. Like nicotine never get me clean. From your blood stream. We all can't bust so do it how you must. But if you hustle avoid gettin rushed. With hand cuffs plus. In got we trust but don't trust us we just. Add to the ashes then pick up the dust. Like that. [J-Ro]. I make it seem. Like you havin bad dreams. Have you wakin up out your sleep. By your own screams. Xzibit has arrived Goddamit. [Xzibit]. We bout to rock the whole planet. And bitch niggas can't stand it. Try to play the back and look intense. You need to hit a fence. You don't want none of this. Hands on experience. I'm no the type to play games. Or drop names I just. Maintain and drop rappers out the frame. [Hurricane Gee]. I bring it to the ruffest toughest. Mic killers. And you wanna be niggas. And you burn bithces type vicious. Imitating Hurricane flow for riches. You don't know the half. I got the ill vocab double rap style. Gettin bucked. More freaky than your last good fuck. Milkin you like ba ba pieces. Meetin niggas lyrical wishes. Writin rhymes and washin out dishes. Flowin with the likwid wicked. Representin with my nigga Xzibit. And we gonna do it. And do it and do it. Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight. Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic. Smashin and trashin. Fuck Moschino fashion. All you muthafuckas need to stop askin. Valued more than the chrome. On your last set of wheels. Hurricane here to reign on your brain. Just maintain.