[Chorus]
I got the nastiest soul!
[Verse 1: Omar Brown]
OT, the one and only, Rock up the alimony
Bitch please, I can't reheat it with timid squeeze
With ease, alot of weed in One Deep
Catch me in the street, Just holla' "South Side!"
I'll holla' back and put more holes in a nigga than vault crack
Cuz my rhymes are harder than a Hard Pack
So bitch please, OT, the One and Only
Rock up the alimony, you don't fucking know me
Turn your ass into bologna, and eat your raw
I'm back with the Iron Claw, slash your ass cuz I'm raw
Go to work on your ass with a saw
Now I'm back, word, I slap your Hearse, rehearse
Then spit a verse, murder your ass then go to Church
So, bitch please...
[Chorus] (x2)
To the extreme, I'm rockin' the mic
Rock a mic, Rock a mic, Rock a vic, Rock a vic
We're East-Side, but you rockin' it
Your brain in lame, I got the nastiest soul!
[Verse 2: BarzILLA]
Rhymes schemes will settle it. Yeah right?
I've got the burner in hand like graphite
Your bitches downfall? Loss of appetite
She nasty, you love hermaphrodites
Ha, that shit sick, son
I keep it fresh like a wick, son
You a snitch son, just a bitch son
I stand around while you hit-and-run
I stick to the gun, you done dead
On a roll, let the flow, it runs red
I stomp heads, you're just above me?
My boys keep it hot like cups of coffee
Yeah, But this shit is whack
I don't give a fuck, you is ass
So you want to hear the 'Nas Honor Role?
No Class, I'm on a roll!
[Chorus] (x2)
To the extreme, I'm rockin' the mic
Rock a mic, Rock a mic, Rock a vic, Rock a vic
We're East-Side, but you rockin' it
Your brain in lame, I got the nastiest soul!
[Verse 3: LOGiKK]
They saying that LOGiKK is insane
Well, don't mention my name or that hatchet remains to take your name
And your chain, the top henchman has came to conquer the game
Got a mug like I was fishing, don't believe in superstition
Every move I make? Efficient. Man, you don't know what you stepping to
Cemetery, selling too, adjust your aim at me
I got an extra spot dude, for whoever be helping me
I'm telling you, you don't know who you're stepping to
But I'm killing the bitch depending you
Put your top on that platter like I'm serving for a guest or two
I'm dishing "Extra Cool."
On that menu, flee the venue, Superhero Villain
Trying to make a killing, I'm nice with the aim, so I heard that you're dealing
And I got favorite feelings, so you dying if you're spilling
And I ain't gonna' be at home invasion, but I'm stealing
And I'm running through the ceiling, I'm high
[Chorus] (x2)
To the extreme, I'm rockin' the mic
Rock a mic, Rock a mic, Rock a vic, Rock a vic
We're East-Side, but you rockin' it
Your brain in lame, I got the nastiest soul!
