HOOK: I need air to breath//im strugglin to survive//my oxygen has deprived// im doin this for the streets (repeat)
1st verse: To anyone who battles me// needs a less of a challenge you think you good cus you rockin your medalion// you say your a challenge// your disses are as good as jimmy falon's// now watch as my flows heavily balance/ you say your hard core// but your nothin more than a weak black stallion// so watch me stack bricks// run faster in my new kicks// im ice grillin you and i hope your doin video clips and flicks// now watch my hits hit you so hard// but dont worry, you'll be able to funtion// but only with a memory card// i dont care if your name is tony, jim, or bernard// i'll spit flames that could burn charizard// now who can relate to these nasty metaphors// i dont care if you got skanks sluts or better whores// ill make you hit the floor harder than humpty ever did before// my homeruns lyrically wise is like puttin sammy sosa against micheal jordan// ill run you over faster than jeff gordon// thats all for the first verse// ill see you in the mornin cus you borin//
2nd verse: Now here is where the offensive metaphors come apart// ill make you get hit harder than bono or earnhart// you wanna battle// youu'll have to learn the art// you want a head start// ill paint you with your blood and need jumping cables for your heart// theres too much on my mind to recline//blastin holes till the night bled sunshine// im the lyrical assasin and when you see the red light// you know im in sight// im the lyrical vampire// so whats your bloodtype//our entire nation// breaths retaliation// and evil creations// are based on domination// when im done with you// you wont need to be a crackhead to go to rehabilitation//my style will leave you crazed// worse than mr. hutchinson(assist. princ.) when he is blazed// the day i see that, is when money is grown and raised//but who is amazed// and who can relate to those better days//your wack rhymes reminde me of my childhood//7 years old holdin a mic which i understood// oh and tell your friends that your momma is givin out her digits for a dolla// im out of this joint faster than osama///////////////XPELLED
