Lyrics:
Bob your head till you hurt your neck, you object?
the amount of disrespect you project, it effects my level,
now your in trouble when i rip the treble you
infidelin devil sellin pebbles, you wanna fuck with me?
dont try to test me g, cos ill fuck you up like defective ecstacy,
so dont be pressin me, buttin in when im comin in , 
while im kickin butt again, you dont understand,
if i had my own country i'd underdog-istan with no saddam,
cos i write my own shit, drop my own hits, blowi n up the
track to a bity bunch of bits, sweepin up the fragaments,
send you the bag of mints and you still couldnt mix and match to break my shit,
so dont take my shit, stop fakin it before your labelled flavourless, you enabled this,
anti-pascifist, masochist to come a shatter this,
with a fatter fist... thats holdin cannibis,
cos man im pissed, i've had enough of this, dealin with
the ruffages of people shovin this,
bitin this, buggin this, but they never touchin this cos
i got the ruggedness to fuck with this and im lovin it
every day, hour, minute, im rippin it, strippin it down
to its basic minerals, then build it back up to make a pinnacle,
but im cynical,
i wanna blow up soo i got a pin to pull, then i drop it up in
your swimming pool, cos im shootin up spreadin round
from the underground and im never headin down cos im not a clown,
but i jest,
i assess the best cess in the west, never less than impressed when you hear me act possessed like hip hop's
in my head and my chest, i spit the best

G.no