Indoor, outdoor, coming out southpaw
Part three, still don't give a fuck about y'all
Guns on my waist, money in the safe
And I'm in good shape, so I should win it by the eighth
Ballers in the front, double-breasted down
Pound for pound, they know I'm the best around
Hard to hit, plus I never touch the ground
I rap part-time, but I'm still hustling now
Bars with the voice just gives it a custom sound
If I keep him on the ropes, I could bust him down
As I cover the parameters, corner need bandages
It's a knockout, the decision is unanimous
Kinda like what LL did to Canibus
You can get involved if you want, put a hand in this
First I'ma do it, then cover all damages
A rap ain't a felony, nah, but a hammer is
Long as my poems get felt
I'm playing my cards according to how they get dealt
You all alone in the zone with yourself
And it's all good, 'cause I'm going home with the belts
Critics is all silent, more power, more talent
Besides that, the jab kept him off balance
Too much nice guy shit, more violence
Better motivation, yeah, more challenge
Cee-lo, craps, poker, blackjack
Peanut butter with oatmeal, chi-chi's, jack mack
Daytime blogging, nighttime jogging
Central Park, following the car up to Harlem
Lot of people knew, it's a lot that slept though
Calisthenics, light weights, a lot of reps though
Ever since the weigh-in, I knew he was petro
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