Your boy sick. So move or the germ might touch ya. I'm at the rucker burning them trees up like Usher. When I teach you how to rap fam. I'm in that black van. Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman. Who gives a fuck if it's our brawl. Cuz my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawg. I'm on the verge of flippin. Lord send me a sign before I empty this nine and leave the board drippin. Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin. Ryu and Ken whoever you send I'ma rip em'. I'm added to society mainly wit my system. Run and put em' in the truck like a kidnapping victim. I'm papa so they pushin me harder. My associates got interior motives like wishin his father. I figure I rather play wit these blades before i pass. Build a ballcourt and go buy Bentleys to go to crash. I'm headed towards my prime. Wit metaphors and mines. And I compliment my momma wit pedacures and wind. I'm nine for nine the rap Einstein. Pound for pound. I'm Tyson a.k.a Icyin. Message for the record. I ain't sleepin for a second. So even if i make it theres tool under the pillow. I'm brought up to the V wit a poolish from the window. I'ma smoker so the brokas won't leave us wit the Indo. I'm always wit a pair before the crew looks for the bimbo. A dead meats in ur daughter. I'll fuck her and won't support her. I'm matching on the pedal. Smile from ear to ear. Middle finger in the air. Before I catch her eye. Keep rydin behind your tens fuck. Niggas don't know no Denim. They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup. They goin off of we say. Niggas is runnin off from my buzz fatser than Jamaicans in the relay. I'm blowin the cush driving lazy in the lane. Yelling money ain't a thang. Like Jay-Z and Jermaine. About 80 on the chain. Like Brady wit the aim. I'm the same. Whether the Mercedes or the train. And I may be on a plane. By the end of the night. But it's aight. Tho I might throw. I'm rich off a Mic Hoe. My stamina's low. X-Rated is my type so. I keep the crib packed in no telling where it might go. Living room dining room bedroom bathroom. Upstairs nuts smared all over your Sasoon. Ya on that fly shit. That Southside shit. Thet I'ma sit on these ten million before i die shit. I'm from the block where the heafers be. To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see. And being gangsta ain't enough. A lil' nigga that's stuntin will put a killa in a box like Chuck. CHEAH!