7th St. Entry

[Slug]

Now see, maybe if your tag was dope

I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements

But honestly, your penmanship's fucked

The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker

I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom

Has the nuts and the time for us to sit and chat soon

So I can ask him "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch?"

You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless

If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level

But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow

When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed

But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this

I really wish I knew your identity

Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be

Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me

It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me

Envy can make a motherfucker immature

So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure

C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip

On his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip

I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills

She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills

Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck

Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma

Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee

I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street

I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy

And I'mma mark the planet for every mark in the entry

Entry, enter me

What's funny about the whole shit

Is that like two, maybe three years from now

You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew

Are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door

And putting this shit on the globe

Bridges, y'all wanna burn bridges?

Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible

For anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with

And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom

Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up

And I hope your first born never learns how to read

Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere

A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that

(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that

(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that

(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up

Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that

(Eventually, suddenly)

(Eventually, you will suddenly see

A fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)