Pressure mounting and its rising til if fuck around and spill again/
I'm built to win, competition in a box, I'ma seal 'em in/
Copy and pasting, ya spitting bout the same thing/
I'm a machete, ya rappers paper mache thin/
Was born ready, my flow steady, just say when/
Dub-D, I'm riding around with made men/
Murder for excellence, justifying insane ends/
Lord forgive me for repeating the same sins/
Old niggas not know its time to step down/
Can't tell the difference between back then and right now/
Young Bobby Fischer, 10 steps ahead of ya/
Step into the ring, Sugar Ray my competitors/
Back into a corner, ya giving me reasons/
Caged in, knowing that i'm coming out beastin'/
Swinging, back for as long as I'm breathing/
The rain (reign) keeps pouring, Hurricane Season/