Quintuple Slick Talk

This Goes Out To All My Negroes, Latinos, And Even Some Gringos

Finning To Spit My $Hit, High Stepping On Some Toes

Been Dropping This Dope ‘Ish, Like Bird Shit Since ’92

Rhymes Stacked Like Flapjacks, Call It Mount Mutombu

Wave My Middle Finger Atcha’, With A Rhymic Flow

The Diabolical Poet, If You Didn’t, Now You Know

Ninjas See Me On My Grind, My I-Drive Be Relentless

Ask Me How I Do It Son, It’s None Of Ya Damn Business

Same Cats That Put It In For Me, Now They Got It In For Me

Ask Me Why They Hatin’, They Say It’s Cause The Infamy

Stay On My Dizzy Deen, Widen The Lense On My Peripheral

Ninja’s Is Type Trif, They Take Your Life On Something Physical

So I Carry My Switch Blade, The Brown-Skinned Wesley Snipes

Keep Talking Slick My Friend, A Jokers Smile Cross The Windpipe

Or Hit’em With The Red Dot, Forehead Laser Beam

Rock The Block On That Bloodclot, Then Dap My Man, Na’mean

Some Say That I’m Type Trif, Sometimes, Rightfully I Am

Rather Be Judged By Twelve, Than Six Feet Under, Fam

I Be Giving Ninjas Warnings, And It Aint Hard To See

But Some Hard-Headed Ninjas, Gotta Feel It To Believe

Ninjas Talk What They Gonna Do, Until It’s Time To Do It

Jump That Ass Like Double Dutch, If You Looking To Pursue It

Make That Nose Cartilage Departed, You Couldn’t Smell Me If I Farted

Disappear That Ass Like Thanos, Like I Stole The Infinity Gauntlet

Go Hyphy, Get Retaded, Now Look What You Done Started

I’m Dropping Bombs Of Napalm, Now Your Safe-Haven Is Bombarded

B-Boy Poet Assassin, Khaleesi Of The Klan

Spit Dat Propane Fire, Like I Burned Down Happy Land…2-B-Cont’