eyyo, i used to burn trees
up in the Bronx by the building
Now im smoking legal weed, Montell Williams
cards is dealing, know I'm grabbing the pot
Scram the artist, I'm rapping the smart

still in the club, spinning records
put my drink on the console
keep my needles clean
and my serato high resonto
they Tell me there's no smoking
allowed but I keep piffing
Smoking allowed, Steve Rifkin

I'm in the kitchen
with a pot of fire
Already got a buyer
all my records is official
no mark McGuire
I stay driven
that's probably why I got a driver
And I sleep standing up
no I'm not a liar
scram stoudemire
new york number one
was jogging in the winner
Now it's time for my summer run
Could have done it quicker
but I didn't wanna jump the gun
Don't gotta be a sniffer but
you need to go of bump this one

Call me the great white coke
I'm 3 times dope
without the die size slope
this god side ...
could leave your hi 5 broke
Make your eye caught smoke
dog I ain't no joke

And I'm never gonna turn mature
In this suburban drinking bourbon
through a curly straw
I be shuffling since wall to wall '34
hustling sling a five from a burner store
I rock the house no jersey shore
but skip a house I had to bounce to the 13th floor
Try to be an artist but I never learned to draw
But I learned to win the game
dont gotta be the first to score

It's just a matter of time
whether the track and the rhyme
It's just a ladder to climb
You just rap and decline
you can't fathom the grind
With this passion of mine
the stars have to align
Have to remind
to catch every line have to rewind
But in fact I find these raps
out in the back of my mind
Last on my mind
so only got half of the shine
Ask if I'm pissed at all nah my bladder is fine

You cut from a different cloth
cut show a triple force
I use my mic overseas
like an olympic torch
Stay where the music out
while you take a cool-g nap
i play the looney cat
setting up the booby trap
I'm throwing rappers in the frying pan
Rap till I'm blue in the face like a giants fan
Need some cheese might have to go supply a grand
Stuff flipping more E's than an eye exam
But I'd rather put out heat, fire man
Make some bread off the web, spider man
But I'm stuck in the stone age, dino den
With no tan I keep a ghost face, iron man
But its scram these mics I keep on burning
I don't give a fuck like a hooker that's a virgin
A dj, that cut off like a surgeon.