I got souls of blackness And brothers con't stand it A new improved hittin' mad moves Three times smoother than average I don't go ill like the ones that act savage My criteria delete the weak crews Don't test with that mess I'll have you crew singin' the blues Or you'll be stuck like you was in the bayous I be hittin' harder than beat in jeeps You better peep. My style's complete, so don't sleep It's the slick black Nubian from around the way Watch time pass while I shoot rhymes an' blast lyrical concepts Pay attention like class suckers. Come up Miscellaneous and live but anyway V-Luv will make the crowd say I brings the soul from the circle to the center My people feel the flavor from the chi before they enter Oriental my essential in my Buddhist temple I take it to your cipher wit #2 pencil Me I'm into being like #1 Korean I represent the soul and every yellow human being Tiger JK, capital "T.I." I gets up on the stage and all my rhymes are mad fly If you're not understanding then just check another angle I mangle up MCs like in Boston I'm gonna strangle But you from the comer'cuz your aura like depressin' So what's the problems or haps, paps? Can't you see my rap slaps? Any MCs to be the one to make it snap-back Bring it from the stomach overcoming of the evil This one's dedicated to all the party people You feel the vibe from the bottom of the barrel My homies catch attention when they wear their fly apparrel Difficultly minimmalty when I'm on your level I take your mountain slowly to the size of a pebble When I'm on the I'm in between You and your lyrcs' cuz your rhymes are like booty I'll bring it to your strange To all the people in the party; hold yourself with restraint You try to catch the teeling but you can't imaginate I'm rollin' up my sleeves everytime I want to flex it The crowd is still cheerin' fearin' that I'll hit the exit