I’m the best, e.s.t 1991 son/
Spittin’ like a young gun, until my tounge’s numb/
Run some lessons suggestin’ you pay attention/
An’ invest in some obsession for blessin’ the mic, s’pecially when/
The opression is no less then the very best of ‘em/
So unless you come much harder, don’ bother/
You’ll just get left and done/
Like dinner in a 5-star cinema, dimish and finish ya/
A sinister minister, grippin’ a Guiness just’a/
Menace to society