Lyrics:

INTRO:(DAZ) Yeah!Straight up 9-5! Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin,Dat Nigga Daz Creepin and crawlin through your hood,smokin,loccin Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff.Wuz happenin? (KURUPT) In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases Mentalest telepathy,lyrically it amazes Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons In my zone(zone)you can't even find like Atlantis Stalk like a prayin mantis,leavin battered bodies on the canvas The burial ground for clowns,open casket Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds Tragic how the mic gets handled Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic (DAT NIGGA DAZ) Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in With the click got checks that shit And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers (?Am so blown,shown for lootin?)grab the microphone alone Like Jodeci,notice-see ya self needs help The homie style got the strap on deck Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you) Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes Now the paper is made,now don't think twice Niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight -a