I can't even write in the book no more, my ink seep thru the pages
weighted wit rage, laden wit sage, faded and spitten offa tha gauges
stay greater, abase haters, turn ya hero to Hiroshima
ya papi to Nagasaki, yall caught up in tha paparazzi
who can stop me? call me tha god cuz I be causin the flood
call me supra cuz I am often above
rainin on yall, leavin ya base Troy-- you can put up wutever battles u want
but its still fated u gon fall
elusive, catch one in tha backa tha mug
thas less likely than fred phelps given a faggot a hug
yall don't want action wit us, leave ya pants split
and leave em my name, I aint gotta last, my first name dan smith bitch
homie we rampant, amped shit, damn kid
opposition vanish there aint a time the kid cant spit
stand amidst a clik spit piff all day
we pushen crack on tha track cook it up gourmet

6 to tha 1 7, u betta come wit it
don't matta tha gun jus make sure you bring buncha clips
cuz we can take a few, dodge em too, dish em like a waiter
keep comin at you like schwarzanegger
the force is wit us, of course we iller
its like that cuz we fightin back, two white boys on tha track
and we Back! and we go floatin, duckin the blows
u kno my numba hit me up if u can fuck wit tha flo
fuck a soul cuz even god knows his body is hollow
so im jus liven life to fullest yo thas tha motto
but, im still grateful I got the right people to follow
cuz there some hungry streets, walk tha wrong 1 n git swallowed
but im doin my thang, wuteva it is I got it in me
ben existin since kiddies christened me DJ Mini
so rap gangsta, shit I aint need to
cuz it ain't bout getting respect from the thugs, its bout getting it from my peoples