Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
And bring your clique 'cuz I'm a hard rock knock a
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin' that game
Toes the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
You was webbed straight from the start
Have you forgotten, I'll tap you jaw
Your nine spray my mind spray
'Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials
The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
I gotcha, out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink
When the East is in the house you should come equipped
That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
Inhale the petrified aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma
Jackson when I'm bustin' ass and breakin' backs
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
You won't survive get live catchin' wreck is our thing
Pseudo psychos I play like Michael
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang, bang
I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac
Hard rock smellin' the clutch of this untouchable
Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin' fools no joke
Wishin' he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroiliac
Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin' nothing
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
The skills are shot 'cuz any idiot can let off a glock
'Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
So deep that you can scuba dive my jive
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
Origin is unknown like the Judas
And you don't got your crew
It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
The tench's technique 'cuz he's a technician
Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
'Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
I've accumulated honies all across the map
'Cuz I've perfected my drunken style like Sam seed
You'll get ya snot box bust you press up on this
Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make 'em fagot flambes
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
