Yo, You can catch me rolling with the best
And shooting at the rest
Everyday, Common men, Never Change, Old Quests
But, Professor sit calm for the lecture
Cause I'm about to dig deep in your brains like Lector
Food for thought to the masters in the crowd
Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud
And if its hard to digest,then I suggest, that you turn a deaf ear to these words I manifest
No doubt I got my hustle game strong
And my knuckle game too
Homie want to prove me wrong?
A ferocious competitor
Rap season veterain
Bring'in mad color to the track like melanin
Givin the shoutout to the clowns that I'm better than
Give up the rap and find some other shit to settle in
But if you still want arms drawn
Here's my address, Im at 78 Chestnut West. Mother Fucker

Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit (x2)

Round two
You know I come stormin out my corner
My opponent don't want it cause he's sweatin like he in a sauna
Look at his trainer and his cut man's screaming'
Throw the towel in man cause he's given me a beatin' and thats real
Give less than a fuck how you feel
They say there bustin' spades
But you all know the deal
I'm holding all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed
And it's over, time to deliever your last meal
I'm arrogant and cocky
Brash full of moxie
You'll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me
You better run, take notes and try to copy
My style but its impossible to mock me
So think again homie
You can't win homie
Nobody's fuckin' with society's in homie
My trademark SE to the Grave come see me mother fucker if you really feeling brave bitch

Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit (x2)

You're dealin with Dorchester door
Rocksberry rebel
Nada pier menace
Most of Boston isn't Ghetto
On a whole 'nother level
People keep their heavy metal
Be it mic's or machine guns we gotta score to settle
Echo, a gunshot, for sun blocks
So loud it can make the whole city jump
But the streets stay bloody, and dog thet's my word
People been out here so long they become part of the curb
But thats the foundation of this dude that you're hearing
Strikin' fear in the hearts of faith, when Im out fearing
The real gold ride, show respect, mega heart
Cause they recognize that I've been the same from the start
I never gave a fuck
Don't give a fuck
Won't give a fuck
Don't like it though luck
I'm the dude you love to hate
And always will be
Till they kill me
Imma still be talking that shit

Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit (x4)

Motherfucker