[Verse 1: Youngin]

Once they cut that umbilical off me
It was Destiny for me to flow like Nas' lyrical offspring
My lyrics will be implanted in your brain
Make you feel as though you're going insane just by the sound of my name
Youngin, your girl I saw, came, and conquered
Had to chase the cat 'cause I heard it was Bonkers
Get it, nah you don't get it go look it up
By the time that you return, this rap game, i done been done shook it up
Like a hand that's rocking a cradle
Fucking with hoes that bop, slob, and rock a cock under tables
Check out your clock when your able, 'cause my time is now
Spit like I'm above clouds though I'm still underground
And they ain't fucking with me, not even at my worst
I leave them in a hearse way past needing a nurse
Put my teeth in a verse then I bite down on the beat
Then I shit out the song, and leave it on the streets, Sheesh
A smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if the CD breaks
See I write and produce, mix, and do my graphics
Upload that shit to the web now you can have it
Self made but I ain't no Ricky Ross
But I been known to go Huh when I empty my balls
Hehe, I'm just kidding, but here's a riddle
I tickled the underbelly of hip-hop and made her giggle
Her pussy was wet and then a youngin saw an advantage
Hopped in the booth in front of the microphone to do damage
Then I commence to kicking shit like I'm doing karate
That's a hell of a body girl are you doing palates, let me
Show the world that we do this
My pen paints pictures like a fucking cartoonist
On tracks I just gotta show my ass like a nudist
I Dash like Stacey, and leave you n***as Clueless, truth is
We just trying to be Legendary like Folarin say
And keep it moving like a car with no brakes
These are bars with no drinks, that's why I'm alone in this club
When I say the word bitch I get love, fake, and a ditch will get dug
(slow down Youngin) only if you pay attention
I'm from Lincoln Heights where crackheads was in the kitchen
Smoking no joking my life is authentic
Whatever you hear me say on a song bitch I meant it, know me
'cause I'm on of the few passionate, original artists left in the game
You should have left when I came
I'm left with a gain 'cause all of you lames are on decline
Path to destruction, learn to follow instructions
Or evacuate the premises immediately, vehemently
I came to eat you rappers 'cause I'm greed and hungry
Can't you hear it in the sound of my voice
I make them cringe like a woman when you say the word moist, ugh
Another breakdown and I'm climbing like a kid on a playground
Only love hoes when they lay down
Fuck it, call me a sexist, egotistical bastard
So, as long as you know that I'm a lyrical master
One of a kind, put your shades on 'cause son shines
I'm from the Heights we ain't got love for one time
I pick up the pieces, put them all together then Youngin releases
On the microphone to let you know how the dragon unleashes
A fire breathing technique all over the beat
From the city where n***as creep without TLC
Let it marinate, my stanzas are to advanced to manhandled
By a phony street n***a, boy you just panhandle
So your girl lets me wax like a candle
No, I wax on, wax off like I'm son Daniel
Or Daniel son bitch you get the picture
Youngin better then Mr. Miyagi with Kawasaki ninjas
Hiyah i spit fi-yah turn on the AC
And don't kiss that girl you may taste me
I'm here now, and it'll take Em, Jay and Nas
On a Dr. Dre beat to replace me