[OneBeLo]
Yo, you wack bastards, you wanna know how I killed your fathers
On the battlefield I grab the steel like William Wallace
A +Braveheart+ swingin my sword's a work of art
Every verse I spark, deserve the Purple Heart
You can't get with the, cold temperature
OneBeLo'll turn a wack artist purple like the Arctic Circle
Frostbit from the words I spit
You ain't got enough raps/wraps in your first-aid kit
to treat yourself, too late, you chose your fate
You beat yourself, cumin like you *********e
And I won't hesitate to embarrass ya
Cause on the microphone you +Do-little+, like Eddie Murphy's character
The only paraphernalia I need to rock the spot
is one hip-hop fan, and it don't stop (it's all I need)
Without a mic, without a beat, or a DJ (I don't need that, I don't need that)
Without a pen, pad, without a blunt, a fifth of E&J (I don't need that)
Without a doubt I still turn it out without a de-lay
On a track to beat your whole team without a relay
Without a problem, so don't expect nothin lesser
Droppin hip-hop, I blow spots like Uncle Fester