Over Wit

[Verse 1]



Checkmate, crown me king

This loaded .44'll

Make you fold up like a yo-yo

Wrapped around the string

Buck to the spray

This pen and my knuckle'll sway

This trouble in your way

Like N.W.A., Ren coupled with Dre

The secret is out, the sneak peak leak

And your speaker's about bust, it just skeets skeets

Victory's mine, sick with the rhyme should be a crime

Convicting me, sentence should be a centuries time

You're not worthy to tangle with me

You're not worthy to hang with a G

Just dangling hanging from a tree

The moment you fear is near

You know it, this poet pierce a mere opponent and split his dome up from ear to ear

For acting like you don't hear me clear

I'm untouchable as a ho in a chastity belt from sheer Brazeer.



(Talking)

Yeah Dilla, these niggas is fronting on your boy, dawg(Yeah! )

We gotta show what's real(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! )



[Verse 2]

They all holla I'm I'll over the beat

Don't get overly beat

The way your forefather tore cotton from fields

You forgot that the skill puts heads in a headlock

Shot you dead from cockin' still lead shared with the red dot

Now these niggas is eternally sleepin'

I think they personally prefer to be breathin'

Anyone versus me is certainly leavin'

The earth's surface and the surface sea and this region

You dealin' with a don! 

A villain and a con artist find heartless killings still my feelings isn't gone

Run in your place with wonderful brace

Don't get stomped in your face

I'll make your lungs jump from your stomach to waste



(Talking)

Libido niggas! (Oh boy! ) The mixtape quality

(You already know what it is nigga.)

(We got the website coming! )

(Custom kicks) First magazine(First magazine! )

(Nigga we borrowing houses in Alabama)

Libido sound(Restaurants, the whole deal)

Look for that... that next Speed project(... dot com)

And that Elzhi and J Dilla joint, baby... 



[Verse 3]

Toast glasses for your host with the most classic flows of the coast

You gaspin' like a ghost just rose from a closed casket

Elzion, the guy to keep your eyes on

Until the day you die, Satan fries, and the skies gone

One of 'em's over with

Don't walk towards me with a chip on your shoulder, you walk away with your shoulder chipped

I stole the whip, I'm already high and racing

Deadly combination like an itchy trigger fing-