Time for the herd to thin out, I’m stepping in now
Out on a limb, never in doubt, let us begin now
You think you phat? Me and Rugged here to help ya trim down so…
Wolf in sheep’s clothing, thinning out the herd
In the battle for rap’s title, I’m sinister with words
Blessed like a priest or minister, I eat ‘em like they dinner
Freeze ‘em like it’s winter, beat ‘em then decease ‘em and It’s finished
To be truthful, I’ve been lethal for a minute, I’m a weapon
And I’m seething, cause it seems that I’ve been slept on, but I’ve kept on
The echelon I crept on, so I’m placing my bets on
Myself as the next ex-con, to turn the press on
I’m fresh on every single beat my breath’s on
But so bored, like the surface I play chess on
I’m eating - I mean, leading the flock
Got ‘em believing I changed, but hell no man, I’m evil as fuck
Plus I’m planning on defying the odds, achieving victory
Smoking emcees like hickory, cutting a slice of history
Shaving the sheep, and not the ones at the farm
I’m stacking the wool, to start my clothing line from the yarn
They ain’t causing me harm, they ain’t no cause for alarm
Cause all these shooters couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn
Speaking of chess the opposition are resembling pawns
Never been made men, yet they try to rep like they dons
Time for the herd to thin out, I’m stepping in now
Out on a limb, never in doubt, let us begin now
You think you phat? Me and Rugged here to help ya trim down so…
I’m the best amongst the ones who think that they’re the best around
But they’re threatened by my presence, so they try to put me down
I’m not lying when I say that I’m the heir to the crown
I’m bombing Barnum and Bailey’s trying to bury these clowns
I’ll Britney Spears their careers, it’s clear I’m needed here
Shaving the sheep, like I never heard of some shears
My message is clear rap’s resurrection is near
That’s all I want, plus the respect of my peers, get it?
Infectious to ears, and that’s without, ever switching a gear
A quarter of a thousand tracks in half of six years
Rugged One and the Cannabis Kid, we shoulda been out
Even with our backs to the wall, it’s never in doubt
Cause most of these rappers are just something to snack on
If beef comes they run, like someone left the tap on
I crap on em, every-time I snap on em it’s jokes
I show ‘em my nuts, tell em to snack on em and choke
And I been waiting on these other fleas to push me
But they hide behind they bars, like they P.C. pussy
If you can’t take the time, don’t take up crime
So put down the pen, and stop trying to rhyme
Time for the herd to thin out, I’m stepping in now
Out on a limb, never in doubt, let us begin now
You think you phat? Me and Rugged here to help ya trim down so…
I been on a limb, watch me dance on a branch fast
-The answer to the questions you can’t ask
I’m here to take over, pillage and ransack your stacked grands
Old-school, like your grand-dad, give you the back hand
I’m that damn good and goddamn I’m getting better
I’m hot man, so gimme my props, I want my credit
I’m ahead of the game, maybe ahead of my time
Man I’m catching a tan, I’m so ahead of my shine
Creating my success, I saw it first in my soul
Put my soul in my music, now I live for the flow
And you can see it, cause my passion is a visible thing
This music is the reason that I do not live in the bing
I give it everything I got, because I owe it no less
So if you’re not impressed, sorry, but you’re probably deaf
This is as good as it gets, 3 points and all mesh
I’m moving like a vet, my hands command death
I’m a different breed, you can tell by the tinge
Half black half white, call me the Gray Prince
I’m the best of the new batch, my cling raps stick
Ignore syntax, and still phat I’m just that sick
