[Nickatina]    Pain from a rap cat    Man you didn't know that    3 AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack    My homie keep all his bullets hollow    That's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo    with the diamond sparrow    A rap cat with the BOSS apparel    I put my rhymes on your block then I run    it just like little Darrell Money and dope, man,    don't come for free    Man, I don't have no competition, ho,    all I got is enemies    I turn around like a tornado    Rock it like a baby cradle    Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal    I make MC's do angel dust    Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump    I don't know why I get high    I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry    Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metal    Pinocchio you know son is Jepetio, hello    Deep fried just like Friday fish    A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch       [Equipto]    Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything    Always feeling deep inside just like Mary J.    Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequin    Grew up fast just like Anikin    Baby its gullible, its Alice in Wonderland    All the excuses in the world I can't understand    Cuz I'm a man of these times, the man to get high    Blow big, but my gross is family time    Ain't no way to intervene in my industry    Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies    One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written    It goes on, as long as time commences       [Nickatina – Chorus]    Shit, it's like a jungle sometimes    It makes me wonder how I keep from going under    When they hit me with the thunder and lightning    its trifling, enlightening, and frightening    some might think that it's even exciting       [Nickatina]    I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to ride    With the force that the courts call the last Jedi    I'm like a veteran, off Excedrin's    cuz I be getting headaches from these Letterman's    I asked this little freak about my rap style    She said, It's so damn dope they might take you to trial.    I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos    Chopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago    Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run    Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run       [Equipto]    I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute me    But somehow I feel I survived on a fluky    I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreams    Then I said I was sorry to DJ's and MC's    Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the street    Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite    Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they get    Intimidating so I pose a threat Coming like a slider,    right by ya Known to drop a rhyme in on time,    and prescribing accurate alignment The center of attention,    we'll bend a agenda To enter this rap game the number one contender    The outta sight, and dope lyrical white,    and watchin' tricks fightin' Hyping up the crowd late night,    and watching Tennessee Titans    Everybody just loving because we like and    I strike in first class light fast, just like lightning       [Nickatina]    I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of heroin    You'll got cold turkey trying to work me    It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock    Six in the morning and you didn't here the Feds knock       [Nickatina – Chorus]    It's like a jungle sometimes    It makes me wonder how I keep from going under    When they hit me with the thunder and lightning    Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening    some might think that it's even exciting       [Equipto]    I'm consistent, adding all statistics    Why don't we cover the spread like the bitch never existed    Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning    Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic ending    Playing classics, meditating these tactics to overcome    The show is done, anticipating to roll a blunt    Baby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal point    When locals say, He ain't shit.    Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies    And rolling my weed right next to the police    Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs    Up in your program fucking it up       [Nickatina]    I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing    Hitting 'em off with the C & H pure cane    I get stuck in your membrane    I'm like a pimp at a party when you say look at them rings    I use a Motorola, the mood is baking soda    Whether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North Dakota    With no apology, tech-tech-tech technology    Some brother disin' me, or even thinkin' he    I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of Kahn    Kick back and write just like the holy Koran       [Nickatina – Chorus 2X]    It's like a jungle sometimes    It makes me wonder how I keep from going under    When they hit me with the thunder and lightning    Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening some might think that it's even exciting