From the start to the end of it
Perfected all my penmanship
Respected like an ‘87 record with Rakim on it
I got my Rec-League membership
Got so many benefits
Classic like They Reminisce
Target practice, I never miss
Afterwards you be pressin’ rewind
So you could catch the words
Step up if you have the nerve
I’m heavy like a pachyderm
A massacre of rappers tear the stage up like a contractor
I take it back to ‘95 when Mad Skillz had the Nod Factor
Don’t believe me? Then holler back, where Broakland? [What?]
Hear dem? Why you drop the ball like the year end?
I told ‘em kiss my rear end in every battle we’re in
Yo, Gab Weirdo, my alter-ego, speak on how you feelin’

Broakland in the boondocks
Where they paint murals of 2Pac
In the final scene of Juice when
Him and Q was on the rooftop
It’s too hot, but still we keep kickin’ it like a shoebox
My stash spot, where I keep piff in it like a ooh-wop
I tell your motherfuckin’ squad to
Bounce like I was Doo Wop
Why you bother competin’, man? You only gonna forfeit
Cuz’ people thinkin’ MC is shorthand for Most Conformist
Was the reason why they hear your song
And only know the chorus
Go to war with all these suckers
But it’s dangerous to battle
Tryna box me on the mic?
You would be safer with your shadow
Stop actin’ like you stuck on stupid
Make some fuckin’ music
And maybe you could be on the cover of The Source
There’s nothin’ to it!
Third grade teacher heard me speak like
“I knew he would get it crackin”
Neighbors said he had a talent but who would’ve thought it was rappin’?
From end to end I burn you like graffiti or a CD
Gab Weezy! So use some Common Sense and
Take it easy