Gone in 60 Seconds

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My brain is a full sheet, never going blank, I'm too deep Don't ever underestimate how loud the truth speak The black sheep waving in the air the black heat Making niggas run it like track meets My voice sound crazy on the snare, that beat My hat be straight to the front like black peeps Way back riding on the bus, exactly I take it to the time when the music happy And hair was permed out, nobody was nappy Now niggas is turned out, and nobody's crappy You know what the turf 'bout, ain't fuckin' with athletes I'm fuckin' with real made men who deal 'caine Them squares in the circle better holler at Mills Lane Your flow is a real shame, I kick it like Liu Kang I separate the men from the immortal The coke child with the ill profile that's so wild when it goes down [Interlude] Yeah, man; that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, my nigga Ayy, fuck wit' your boy real quick, though, on some other shit, though [Verse 2] You fuckin' with the rhyme constructor, break loop maestro Master of the ceremony with the right tone Voice box melt over drums like provolone Only nigga sittin' at the table with Corleone Shawn stacks, methamphetamine beyond crack If I ain't on my job, then what you call that? Anthropologist, diggin' up facts Give me seven days, bet I could resurrect phat Relax, let a pro do it Before XXL, I was show and provin' Came like a bat out of a hell with my whole unit No way around it, nigga, you gotta go through us Me and B to the R hard to kill, Steven Seagal I breeze through these bars like I'm breaking out the box, huh Either quit or reinvent your style This is dedicated to the one-dimensional It's the F, respect