Im talking about a revolution, I am sly, kid ruthless In the booth, there's no spoofing, spit it like I'm toothless Food for the youth while you niggas just fruit I drop shit like pollution Stopping fools quick, no problems no solution You kook could sleep freezing and still would't be cool kids Cruising in the music with the attitude of two kids Hammer and his babbling, niggers respect my two cents I could give 2 shits, yet alone a dollar My flow makes bros go, whoa Hoes say holla, wack niggas say nada Still my pockets slim like the Olsen twins in 'em Mr. Quick to dissin' is dismissin' and I'm quick And my sentences Oliver twist like Charles Dickens death Wishing competition, but listen the plot thickens I'm a stand up nigga well hell I'm not sittin Never fly never fail like Feel me like Braille right Tip-top zip lock flow bitches air tight Yeah right try and un-zip it Nigga pouting, cuz he got his bitch stole by Big Lips