[Produced by Nottz]

[Intro]
This is what I'm dealin' (Uh), 'bout to make a killin' off illin' off a hydro (Hmm)
Put it on a rapper like they workin' out Tae Bo (Hmm), here to make a statement
Not on your game, you gon' catch it like the pavement

[Hook]
'Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin'
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what!

[Verse 1]
My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealous to the point she wanna slice this
I'll fuck a n***a head up like the ex girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclists
With pussy runnin' deeper than stab wounds from ice picks
Now where you 'bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga-Digga, shit, man, look in here
Folks are spittin' rhymes unruly
MCs for real might catch a hock pootie

[Hook]
'Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin'
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what!
[Verse 2]
I push the range on my Pop's Buick Regal
Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like the news, your boys died on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for underaged rugrats
I spit for Brick City, where all my real thugs at
I spit shit, 'cause I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food
I spit, spit, spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons (Uh, uh)
And best believe where I'm goin', you a goner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in California
I spit, spit, spit for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carryin' my daughter on my back just to fool y'all! (Yeah, yeah!)
I meditate, say a prayer wit' my sensei
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mixtape
Like that! I'm the illest wit' the mouthpiece (Yeah)
Crazy like South Park and hotter than South Beach

[Hook]
'Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin'
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what!

[Verse 3]
I spit shit and leave you scarred like a face lift
I spit for the underground, Hot 97 be the Matrix
One, two, hit 'em with the basics
Who gon' stay hittin'? Who be straight spittin'?
I take the mic and rock it like what?
I make you write, get wrecked tonight, what?
Cause you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
In a million years, and a million beers
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
[Hook]
'Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin'
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what!

[Outro]
When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters!
Spittin' on behalf of Flipmode and Outsidaz