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[Verse 1: Jim Paciulli]

I flow nicely, you know who I be

Last name Paciulli, aka Jimmy G

Be a rotten Crab Apple underground MC

And I do this all for love so I rhyme for free

And that's just fine with me

So let me tell you a lil' somethin' about my family tree

I got roots from Italy, not Germany or Ireland

Fuck guns, it's all deadly lyrics that I'm firin'

My kids don't listen, to what the Don say

They rattle the whole enclave like Dante

From The Last Don did, grab a L, then I'm

Rollin' chronic, gotta get the bomb lit son

I smoke so much I got a call just to get off

At the hospital they spray my lungs to get shit off

[Verse 2: Travie McCoy]

Model number 051-664795

Unidentified flyin' classified surveillance

Sweatin' paranoia fluids and juices produces

A liquid army of Battlecats

With pins in they hand

This world's a notebook

I left my last thoughts on South America

Visualizin' galaxies and starin' at stars

And thinkin' how my next verse might be

Written on Mars or Jupiter

Most cats got cataracts in they third eye

That's why I

Try to focus mine

With the bird's eye perspective

Act like a ghetto child and get neglected

Or like my fifth grade teacher disrespected

Now I'm on point, and Ritalin gets all the credit

Computer chips

Underneath my skin so I'mma shed it

That's why I

Stay focused, my word is birth 'cause I deliver it

Lyrical M-I-C-section induced by injections of Ritalin