"It is now time to enter into a new dimension, we must go hard"

Nah that's a motherfuckin understatement/
Under the sun been number 1 but a motherfucker still underrated/
What's everyone sedated? I get so frustrated/
I guess I gotta come up spit enough up til my lungs get suffocated/
Blah blah blah/
Fuck who hated/ fuck the game up, custom paint it, taint it, get em much acquainted/
cane is the name Betta get wit it get em up to date, for they come up late/
cut to the chase, In a rush to the cake/
when I'm comin u gonna wanna run to another place/
And my drummer need a oven cuz tha motherfucker bake/
Every mp3, MVP cuz he beat the MPC til the mufucka break
wait
.... Ok now I'm ready to complete this/
Gotta hit em with the venom when I eat this/
end em when I lend em a medivac and I mean this/
He is like a genius, Been this since a fetus/
All day I be dreaming like adidas/
Fiendin like a fiend to be the meanest I need this/
Uh yeah
And I'm never gonna stop/
Never gonna let up instead imbed at the top/
Better yet a getter of feta, chedda, da mozzarella,
Lots of lettuce and I'll be ready to pop/

*HOOK*
I gave em what they wanted/ they said they didn't want it/
I tried to take em high they said they wasn't blunted/
That had me feelin low/ they said I gotta grow/
They told me where to go if I really wanna blow/
I gotta go hard, 24 7/
How hard? I'm talkin 211/
So now that's my fuel I feed it to the verse/ believe it if u heard/
Cuz I be goin hard baby steel reserve/


Been fire for so long I'm rappin from a urn/
Watching these fireproof rappers gettin burn/
I'm pepsi pyro, you Michael Jackson wit a perm/
If that ain't church a passed pastor casket gonna turn/
This Track is like a pack of pachyderms, runnin thru my attic/
Attached to a bag of germs/
I mean I'm sick tho, High like a tip toe/
Coming for your neck like the big show/ wow
Yeah I eat rappers and spit words/
Go to sleep and wake up wit a sick verse/
Treat these emcees like interns/
Keep em under me and go get em to do my bitch work/
My click work harder than a blue collar shoe shiner after a few dollars/
My crew Hotter/
anybody wanna show out/
Then I take em the jersey shore route/
Burned up and blowed out/

*HOOK*

Fuck everybody sleeping and all the non believing/
And everybody to weak to tell you what they feeling/
And motherfuck the blogsites typin/
98 percent of y'all bitin/
Y'all dont even know what y'all likin/
Y'all just recycling sites with no citing/
It's not exciting-/ not a lot of hype has been following where my hype man/
Where my shine at no night stand or light lamp/
When my flight land you can try and board it/
But now you late and you just lookin corny as a tourist/
I'm forming to the tortoise/
So let these fad rappin rabbits hop in they ford Taurus/
I'm all for it/
They gon ride out quick and die out quick/
But all that bull shit is something I outlive /
so fuck how u feel and fuck what u heard
Cuz I'll be goin hard muthafucka that's a steel reserve