Duration: 56.7s

I use my voice to speak the fiery frame, try and refrain Come on, baby, it's redemption time. Come on, man. Come on, man. I be the nigga in The Shelter I aim to change Three-one-three area Bomb and bury you with vengeance My rhyme sentences will put an end to your existence With a rigorousness Niggas, I'm serious Delirious Cause a curious Pause the fury calls Through my jaws from devouring y'all raw Whoo.! Okay, okay. Three-One-Third, we in the house. You know what I mean. Mac Mitten's finest. D.J., give me that beat. - [Iz Imitating Beat Box] - Come on. Come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh. You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual Heterosexual Syllables, they sound complex to you Line's perplexin' you With words that could put a hex on you Snap that neck on you Murder you, boil you We keep a white boy or two Let my man grab the mike You'll see how Bunny Rabbit do Come on, man. Come on, man. Come on. Kick that shit, baby. Come on.