I'm comin for ya, I'm in the cut, creepin' up, now I'm on ya
It goes to the break of dawn, and it just don't stop
Lyric fist fights brothers we don't need no Glocks
It goes peace, if you come to see me rebel
2nafish will come ready like I was Edie Brickell
I'm everlasting, never will my head expand
This publisher is clearing house like I was Ed McMahan
I抣l getcha open like a bullet wound come test the repertoire
And I抣l connect a right cross to your upper jaw
I抦 on my toes, all my foes beware
Cuz 2nafish will tackle flows like I抦 Rosie Greer
I抦 hear to tell you the response is choice
Comin to smother the brother with the monster voice
Is going to wipe slow specimenI got the hype so listen in
Lyrical nitroglycerin
We pack a punch like an earthquake set
Comin through your tape deck is how we shape shift
So all you critics out there take shelter
Or you抣l be on my conveyor belt when I melt ya