Check it, I wreck every record
Cause it's a fact that me and ak, we don't lack
We got excess, we comin express on the track
We runnin over the wack
And mc's, we got the bomb
And it's fatter than dom deluise
You can't see the knees
That's how fat it is
So that it is
I know it like a poet
And I owe it to my peeps, so I keeps on top
Like a wig, ya dig?
It's the nig with the six fig status
According to my rhyming apparatus
I am nimbocumulus, and you are just a stratus
I tower over
I got the power nova
I move tides when my rhyme collides
I cause rockslides
I open the ground with sound
That's bound to drown a small town
Or village, causing spillage into the forest
I'm rougher than chuck norris
Only he's pretending
And my shit is rough till the endin

(rough till the endin)
(till the endin)