1,2/ 1,2/ And we worldwide/ just like that/ volume 1/ volume 2/ and I bust right back/ every one/ thas a dumb nice track/ Put ya mothafuckin hands in tha air well make ya jump like jack/ Get you in the zone/ little blown/ listen to him spit a poem/ sit on a few pitches thrown and hit it home/ lets git it on/ this that 61781 shit/ fill a cup twist a bliz up lets have sum fun bitch/ breathe it in from tha stomach/ last yr was 98 flat?/ This year is ova 100/ let tha lines sink in/ watch tha eyes blink wise think the king pin/ wit them/ marks of distinction/ Doggz/ it must be tha hope in me/ Increase tha dopamines/ Methadrine/ Startin on tha Special Teamz/ Every time it kick off/ we runnin it back/ We touch down/ and add one to tha Stats/ Get it at em Wizzy/ …Here we are/ Here we go/ When I drop/ cats clear tha floor/ A sixteen’ll fuck up ya stat quo/ that known/ they still study from tha back row/ Cuz my rap act like tha gat/ chrome/ mack to ya backbone/ Whea you at homes/ / leave em flat prone on his mat/ And scat like a bat in tha morn/ Nocturnal, I stroll whea tha Darkness goes/ Top burnen peep tha artist woe/ Starvin so tha harvest grows/ Jack climb tha beanstalk/ sits at birds eye on cats/ watched tha streets talk/ Now watch the bean walk wit the kid/ droppin tha Cam/ Canibus/ Cannibal Ox in tha yiz/ The Nostril/ to tha Id/ to tha top of tha lid/ Ay Boston the Fuck is poppin in hea/ poppin tha pins/ chronic tonic n gin/ Wantin tha win/ We got it easy aint no Stoppin for air/ Yee……