DaBlokk will cut you fingers if u fuck wit my digits/ cuz my patience real short like a doctor for midgits/ have u holy an flyin like pigeons, rap religous/ lay paragraphs and get sentence/ homie da block iz what i represent/ hearin dead rhymes like its a six sense/ no compete, grip da mic if u make an attempt/ i said it before an i'll say it again, come at me? nigga i dont fight wit a pen/ been colder i'll fold ya, shampoo yo neck an leave u wit head an shoulders/ da melody tellin me dat goin heavyly turn ya into a over mic celebrity wit low integrity, mind frame in misery/ nigga im da don, speaker of da intercom-sinister/ this microphone is my voice box , shit i write is my close thoughts and known to roast squads/ muthafucker i handle mines/ put marks on yo block dat movie signs/