Meth know my style I got trees for sale, blazed as hell Come though half baked like Dave Chappelle And I "want you to float" [Chorus] [Termanology:]
as rap goes, I'm the coldest one Just gimme the mic, I'll show you the soul of Pun Like, I'll grip the mini matic irratically fat as family Snatchin vanity
shit, NO hood shit All around the world Yo we rock to this hood shit [Prodigy:] Whatup, whatup, whatup [Termanology:] It's the M-O-B-B [Prodigy:] Yeah, son [Termanology
walk is mean LA, LA all over the scene Back down to TX where the weather is hot Recognize when you see a player up in your spot, ayo [Termanology:] Ayo
a different place" [Termanology:] Uh hun [DJ Premier: scratching] "He's-gangsta-pimp-hustler" "Are you ready" "Termanology" "Are you listening, do you know what I sayin'" [Termanology
me I'm on the TV, that's how my pendicle twirl In this pitiful world, where your bitch is your girl And your gun is your friend, as well as your enemy
[Termanology:] I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun If I ain't that then you name one Rapper that's lyrical slash Latin political passed rappin