* [Verse One] -- from the Show & A.G. "Full Scale EP"   * [Verse Two] -- from the DJ Clue CD "The Professional"      [Verse One]   Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad   But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence   Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up   If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs   Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us   Unofficial-ness, everything we outside you wish you was   Official thugs in the drug profession   Drug connections, drug addictions   Still seein the judge for drug possession   The four-D's, all these is more reas'   to either get big, or leave and let live   We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else   We probably Dove, cause we all way on top of the shelf   I'm lockin your wealth with the master keys, freeze   Don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees   Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster   My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa   You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath   You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh   You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed   Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick   Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album   I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the island   You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits   How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics   I'm +Dianetics+ combined with lyrics   My matureness is my insurance   Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit   You gotta fear it, cause every last gem is poison   You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join em   I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel   I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin nostrils   Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours   Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours      [Verse Two]   Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God, the Squad and T.S.   Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus   Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid   Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars   Holdin it down, walkin around with gold by the pound   Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown   Talk of the town, soakin you down wit toast 'til you drown   Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground   Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip   You keep playin.. and I get furious quick   And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto   Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil   I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit   Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit   I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Ac[ura]   Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack   It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act   My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back   I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu   with the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose