Judgment Day [heavy tone]

I'm hard boiled, that's the point of petrol
I drop these lyrics for my people in the ghetto
I kick the flavor from night to mornin'
Just like an alkaline, I keep goin' strong
Another ankle, just to keep flexin'
This is like a drill, yo
When I'm testing, my unusual, styles of rap, then I fix in
A rhyme from the beginning to the middle, with then a flash

I hate to disappoint you but you livin' kinda foul, so
Yo pack your bag kid, you gots to go
To the drawin' board, 'cause I ain't goin' for the wack stuff
You best to slack up, before I bring the Mac up
And hit shots, like that Jamaican kid they call Raas
I get as much props from my block to your block
And with the super-duper lyrics that I create
It's too late, for any discussions or debate

Like when I'm rocking on the microphone and start breaking
It was forsaken to think that I can be taken
'Cause I'm your highness, the rap finest
You can't deny this
Dig a little deeper
Yo, I'm sure you'll find this style of mine
As a dope speech
I'm intellectual, now I have to teach
Supportin' my territory, I call props
And all the fated perpetrators
They're gettin' knocked

Don't get lost, just get involved with the rhythm
The rhymes I give off full with impact
Yo brother listen
There's no stoppin' this style like the apocalypse
It's '97, yo, check the way I'm droppin' this
You must be jokin' kid, yeah I may be smokin'
You can't take me out, yo, my style is dopin'
Word up, I'm catching wreck like that
It's '97, yo, this Street Fighter gang shit is phat