<Speaking>

A lot of people say that... That I have to rhyme in my own language... That I'm some kind of idiot just 'cuz I do it in english...
You know what...
These niggas wont stop 'til I pull my trigga
Fuckin' jealous...
Green-eyed bitches!

<rap>

Look out, the X is back with another bomb shit
And now you can't rap telling me I lost it
You know I'll rap the way I feel and neva stop it
And this is the begining, you betta feel when I drop it


It's da countdown, I rap in underground. You don't have to be jealous 'cuz you know I ain't famous now.
You're watching me around, steppin' in my ground. Wait 'till I be on your radio, then start, act like a clown
What's is all about? Wannabe me just to make ladies say: "Wow". Or wannabe me just to sign autographs at the mall?
And this is how-how I do it. Feel the beat and hear my words. You know I'm true to this.
I'm not from a small town, I do it cuz you know I'm a master in this world. And if you try to do this you know I'll poo to this.
That's the feeling of beeing on the ceiling.
That's what I'm saying, that's what I'm dealing.
I ain't concealing. You know I fucking mean it.
So stop with this bullshit, you are just cheating. You know I'm just chillin' and you are just reeling.
Nigga you betta lay low. And stay low. 'Till I knock out your ass, you betta pray so
Why don't you stop beeing jealous and shit. You know I'll hit your ass in some muay thay kick.
I'm not even famous and you're starting here? Maybe you can stop it right now and just start to fear.
You know if I go deeper, you will lose the game, It's a fate.
Betta stop it, it won't be a stale-mate, gon' be a check-mate
And if y'all have any doubts, ask my crowd. They will tell you how I do this shit now.


Look out, the X is back with another bomb shit
And now you can't rap telling me I lost it
You know I'll rap the way I feel and neva stop it
And this is the begining, you betta feel when I drop it


I'm fathoming in your ass
I'm farting with my ass
That's tha foul of a sinner
I'm droping my hits
You're feeling my beats
That's tha sound of a winner
You say you're poor, say I'm obscure. You can't turn the world poor with words
I'm entrepeneur, you see me on tour. Just cuz you're like a girl,insure like nerds
Look nigga just let me do my job. You know I'm in mob.
I wont make your girl do a blowjob. She is too ugly, dawg.
And I don't need her to be my bitch. I'm a pimp and I can fuck 'em, since you said I'm rich.
That's a history you're hearing with a beat. You can't blame me 'cuz I got a girl and you a witch.


Look out, the X is back with another bomb shit
And now you can't rap telling me I lost it
You know I'll rap the way I feel and neva stop it
And this is the begining, you betta feel when I drop it