Spirit of a lion describes my soul

Give it up to Zion, then my fire grows

Wishing of a riot inside my lobe

Am I trippin'? Is the highest when I fight my foes?

Bip, I'ma hit 'em with this, you 'bout ta get yo' ass kicked

My technique is so sick, I'm 'bout to make the hit quick

Whole lotta muscle (chea), you don't wanna be in a tussle (chea)

Better than me? That's rubble

You want trouble? What's up, dawg?

Feelings hot to kill a top guerilla

Drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp

For real, your clock it yield and stop

Your will is shot, the deal was knock ya 'til you plop

I got the hell comin' your way

You softer than a thing of Yoplait

Never competitive with the better kid, I go kray

Gonna be deaded because I fed it to the mo' graves

When you wake up in that wet blood

Ain't no way you 'bout to get up

How you know that I taxed yo' ass

'Cause you got the motherfuckin' check stub

Always gonna have to pay cost when you steppin' in my way boss

When I build steel and you stay soft, you're gonna punk out when we face off

Rumble

They gon' take yo' face off

They gon' rumble

They gon' take yo' face off

They gon' rumble

They gon' take yo' face off

They gon' rumble

They gon' take yo' face off

They gon'

Rumble there young man, they rumble

Run up, get a combo, quickly help you understand but stay humble

Don't nobody wanna talk about the way of the world

The weight of the world'll make 'em all crumble

And I might stumble, but I pick myself up, brush myself off, my thoughts of a goddamn boss

I am at they neck like I'm Malcolm X, like I'm Dr. King, like I'm Cornell West

Like I'm Huey P., like I'm Booker T., like I'm Rosa Parks, I'ma need my rest

Niggas know what I'm 'bout, I'll run up in yo' house

Feet up all on your couch, sock you right in your mouth

I ain't after no clout, it could really go south

I'm prepared to go to battle whenever there is a bout

I am Muhammad, Ali, I'm payin' the homage, policy is to be hones