(verse1)
Com'n up 'n neva matter'd what colour ya was
whether ya black or white the difference is not as
the difference between the best PC 'n the best MC
I'm gonna crack poser's flow in all my might, see
my flow is undestructable 'n ya gotta face it
when ya wanna erase it, unf*ckable with, so sit
back 'n please ya self before ya wanna moan all ova this
or respond to this with some kind of lame diss
ya name's what's represent'n the truth, it's out there
ya real name like Mulder 'n Scully I'm clos'n the files wit an X
in the top of the corner if ya wanna end this stuff
ya can luv it or hate it, the same ta me in it
spend'n ma life liv'n on life-wire d'fire of ya'll desire
estinguished in a single rhyme, that's the same exact
reason to react or re-inact what language I be spray'n
If ya have sumt'n ta be say'n let it out today or watch the punches spray
life pay'n for ignorant sh*t, do ya thing
do it wit pride in it like wearing the Blang-Bling
Ya got one shot, the clip's empty, unloaded
'cept one chamber, grab ya change or just let it slip unfolded
right in front of ya nose, then wonder who knows
how to turn back the hands of time just ta grab ya shot
but turning back or losing is an option I have not

(chorus)
Hands sweaty, chang'n gett'n thee in time just slipp'n away
adrenaline build'n up, can't word it right, the words don't come to say
He knows he can drop bombs but he ain't coming hot
even if he jacked off with Red Peppers he ain't not
One change, on the edge of slipp'n away
Am I gonna grab it or am I just gonna stay?

(verse2)
I know I can drop bombs when I open up my piehole
but I know more then well when ta stop 'n what ma role
is, rhym'n has been gone ova for more then 25 years
'n smiles 'n tears have come to be 'n come ta see
if we don't keep it lyrically the doom is there
it has nto be gott'n escalat'n then we be hat'n on what we care
word ya hate 'n word ya love show ya skills
but if I fail I know I'll be state on the kills
straight to the end, G, ya ma friend
but HipHop's a battle arena 'n I'm a gladiator
fail'n I may 'n then I won't be seein ya later
sad but true, battles here, battles there
battles in front 'n back, they everywhere
have to face the fact that it can go wrong
with effects not mentioned on the Radio songs
how 50 took nine 'n Ja just yappin there as hell
as Fiddy was took in the hospital 'n survived it as well
I know I can't handle 9 through my body 'n the fear
is what strikes the sweat in ma hands ova here

(chorus)
Hands sweaty, chang'n gett'n thee in time just slipp'n away
adrenaline build'n up, can't word it right, the words don't come to say
He knows he can drop bombs but he ain't coming hot
even if he jacked off with Red Peppers he ain't not
One change, on the edge of slipp'n away
Am I gonna grab it or am I just gonna stay?

(verse1)
I can stand here foreva doubt'n the fact of fate
but it's time to make a discission that's state
ta be life alterin like empty'n a lake
I'm without speach-water at this very time
have ta spit 16 barz ta that kid but sh*t
is all I have right now, I know nuttin about 'm
inspiration I need befa I do this deed...
f*ck, nutt'n comes out, I open my mouth
but the words just won't come out
times up, I f*cked up my shot
like Russian Roullete when ya got
ta blown ya own head apart
should've seen this comin from the start
I shouldda grabbed my shot wit everything I got
'n done my thing, then I could raise the finger
but not the index or the ringy
the thumb or the pinky, is the only
ya put up ta the one who lost, now I get it
learn from the flaw 'n grab ya shot when ya can
don't let it slip away or ya end up like mey

(chorus)
Hands sweaty, chang'n gett'n thee in time just slipp'n away
adrenaline build'n up, can't word it right, the words don't come to say
He knows he can drop bombs but he ain't coming hot
even if he jacked off with Red Peppers he ain't not
One change, on the edge of slipp'n away
Am I gonna grab it or am I just gonna stay?

(outro)
dawg, ya can do everything if ya embrace ya shot
with everything ya got

Man this is all my mind all my sweat ive been thinking about dropin these bomb and taking 1 shot to diss all the haters and to reveal my self and my flow its me niggas Pmp is back holla at him

(verse1)
Com'n up 'n neva matter'd what colour ya was
whether ya black or white the difference is not as
the difference between the best PC 'n the best MC
I'm gonna crack poser's flow in all my might, see
my flow is undestructable 'n ya gotta face it
when ya wanna erase it, unf*ckable with, so sit
back 'n please ya self before ya wanna moan all ova this
or respond to this with some kind of lame diss
ya name's what's represent'n the truth, it's out there
ya real name like Mulder 'n Scully I'm clos'n the files wit an X
in the top of the corner if ya wanna end this stuff
ya can luv it or hate it, the same ta me in it
spend'n ma life liv'n on life-wire d'fire of ya'll desire
estinguished in a single rhyme, that's the same exact
reason to react or re-inact what language I be spray'n
If ya have sumt'n ta be say'n let it out today or watch the punches spray
life pay'n for ignorant sh*t, do ya thing
do it wit pride in it like wearing the Blang-Bling
Ya got one shot, the clip's empty, unloaded
'cept one chamber, grab ya change or just let it slip unfolded
right in front of ya nose, then wonder who knows
how to turn back the hands of time just ta grab ya shot
but turning back or losing is an option I have not

(chorus)
Hands sweaty, chang'n gett'n thee in time just slipp'n away
adrenaline build'n up, can't word it right, the words don't come to say
He knows he can drop bombs but he ain't coming hot
even if he jacked off with Red Peppers he ain't not
One change, on the edge of slipp'n away
Am I gonna grab it or am I just gonna stay?

(verse2)
I know I can drop bombs when I open up my piehole
but I know more then well when ta stop 'n what ma role
is, rhym'n has been gone ova for more then 25 years
'n smiles 'n tears have come to be 'n come ta see
if we don't keep it lyrically the doom is there
it has nto be gott'n escalat'n then we be hat'n on what we care
word ya hate 'n word ya love show ya skills
but if I fail I know I'll be state on the kills
straight to the end, G, ya ma friend
but HipHop's a battle arena 'n I'm a gladiator
fail'n I may 'n then I won't be seein ya later
sad but true, battles here, battles there
battles in front 'n back, they everywhere
have to face the fact that it can go wrong
with effects not mentioned on the Radio songs
how 50 took nine 'n Ja just yappin there as hell
as Fiddy was took in the hospital 'n survived it as well
I know I can't handle 9 through my body 'n the fear
is what strikes the sweat in ma hands ova here

(chorus)
Hands sweaty, chang'n gett'n thee in time just slipp'n away
adrenaline build'n up, can't word it right, the words don't come to say
He knows he can drop bombs but he ain't coming hot
even if he jacked off with Red Peppers he ain't not
One change, on the edge of slipp'n away
Am I gonna grab it or am I just gonna stay?

(verse1)
I can stand here foreva doubt'n the fact of fate
but it's time to make a discission that's state
ta be life alterin like empty'n a lake
I'm without speach-water at this very time
have ta spit 16 barz ta that kid but sh*t
is all I have right now, I know nuttin about 'm
inspiration I need befa I do this deed...
f*ck, nutt'n comes out, I open my mouth
but the words just won't come out
times up, I f*cked up my shot
like Russian Roullete when ya got
ta blown ya own head apart
should've seen this comin from the start
I shouldda grabbed my shot wit everything I got
'n done my thing, then I could raise the finger
but not the index or the ringy
the thumb or the pinky, is the only
ya put up ta the one who lost, now I get it
learn from the flaw 'n grab ya shot when ya can
don't let it slip away or ya end up like mey

(chorus)
Hands sweaty, chang'n gett'n thee in time just slipp'n away
adrenaline build'n up, can't word it right, the words don't come to say
He knows he can drop bombs but he ain't coming hot
even if he jacked off with Red Peppers he ain't not
One change, on the edge of slipp'n away
Am I gonna grab it or am I just gonna stay?

(outro)
dawg, ya can do everything if ya embrace ya shot
with everything ya got

Man this is all my mind all my sweat ive been thinking about dropin these bomb and taking 1 shot to diss all the haters and to reveal my self and my flow its me niggas Pmp is back holla at him