I'm the black Santa Claus when i spit it,
see me steppin in this declarin the day Christmas;
'cause I'm always rappin I'm that young, black and gifted.
I get on a track and sound so different,
'cause every line on the track sounds like the finish.
Can't compare wit this,
Grizzly bars: to my skill you will bare witness.
Bulshittin emcees can't see I'm the richest,
some punchlines so deep they'll break your whole lineage.
And you better be a movin target
cause so long I'm seein you I'll be hurtin your image.
Bars are my calling, bars are my business;
I'm that payphone that get a murder-charge by the minute.
I work too damn hard not to buy out the Guiness,
so I'll be doin it untill I'm outta hustler's spirit.