One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
    Matter fact here take two
  Pits of flesh political palm picked and gone
  Spooks with uz' Ice picks blades and tools
  Listen fool the revolution Is cool
  We leave clans In pools of blood
  Let 'em all scrub to thug
  Bustin' for love and mud and bloody rugs
  Screamin' on cats we spit In your face blast back
  The spooks put politicians In bags and
    Ay yo my crew chased you down outside your compound
  Now we got you In the four point hold on the ground
  Whoop hand me that barbed wire now your arms and legs are bound
  Hey vengeance pass me that scalpel now
  Relax close your eyes as the sound of my voice penetrates
  Submission Is your only choice to avoid the pain
  'Cause I don't want no lip as I slip this microchip In your brain
    Go 'head look I know you're thinkin' who's behind me
  Oh my god It's water water and no one's ever gonna find me
  I got your brains pushin' head In the frame
  In a case not far over head of the flames
  Hangin' over the fire I know y'all hope I retire
  But all y'all gettin' Is open fire
  Ga ga spray down stay down lay down
  Y'all niggas said we was commercial what y'all gon' say now
    One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
    Rectangle sugar shane pound mc's and mangle
  Bending you back and bitch spank you
  A grammy fuck you talkin' 'bout I'm tappin' your chin
  See you at a club for no reason tap It again
  This ball bully mc's we buildin' 'em greek
  Large like Tiger Wood's teeth when chewin' on beef
  Take you 'round the block bring you back tie the knots
  He bitch man slap your whole block moms and pops
    I ain't gon' lie though brothers got a lotta bravado
  But can't back It up with the skills they playin' lotto
  With they careers when they step to me on the streets
  On stage or over beats you can't engage the heat
  From this etherial thriller mysterious serving guerilla
  Stalk you with the sick precision of a serial killer
  Record your routine I watch you from the day to the night
  Calculatin' when It might be the best time to strike
    They keep callin' my name
  Water water come smack the whack In the back
  With a louisville ax slugger
  Then slash the jugular
  Hit your back rawdog with no rubber
  He's a dirty mawfucka
  Won't last long that's what my momma turned and told my daddy when I
  Was born
  I got your neck In a noose damn right I'm flexin' my juice
  Shut your mouth nigga that's an excuse
    One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
  One two
  Achoo
  Bless you
  I got you
  Caught you and taught you
    What which one of you manufactured rappers
  With the materialistic naive egotistical fan base
  Has the nerve to be offended
  What you gon' do dis me
  Go 'head rhyme kick a verse I dare ya
  Oh I know It scares ya
  A bangin' beat a empty room a full pen and a blank pad
  But don't get mad cause you don't know what the fuck you doin'
  Go 'head freestyle punk wait before you start
  I know somebody done told you that a freestyle's the reciting of a rhyme
  That hasn't been recorded or put on the market
  But when you write that rhyme down that's a record of the rhyme
  That rhyme's been recorded so don't even start that shit
  A true freestyle's a rhyme or verse kicked from the dome
  Simultaneous and timed to a beat
  Where mistakes are made you got bleeps and all the time
  But these are the things that makes a freestyle so unique
  From a precorded practiced or writen rhyme
  Now what you gon' do
  If your response Is I know he ain't talkin' about me
  I'm talkin' about you
  So fuck you to a break beat bitch I got u