Where Ya At

Ayo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one
 Collide the sun with the moon BOOM!
 I leave you blinded from my full of clips
 Hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit
 Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you with?
 Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic
 I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets
 I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin' for galaxies
 Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity
 Rapidly flowin', controllin' the time
 Flip over the line, I'm blowin' your mind with just a flow and a rhyme
 I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast
 You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass
 It's satisfaction guaranteed, with Fiction like Quentin Tarantin'
 Kickin' your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen
 I have to be perfectly honest
 We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics
 I verbally vomit on novice niggas that try to get us with garbage lyrics
 My style delivers outside the Outer Limits
 I'm like the pyramids 'cause every point is precise
 Now you know me for life, Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit' ice
 If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at?)
 Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at?)
 I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that!
 If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
 I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at?)
 I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby!
 Yo, I camel-clutch mics, a truce gahzuntite
 Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right
 You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write
 Couldn't avoid this, sit tight
 All aboard ship, on my voy-age
 Purple Explorers, seven warriors my aura
 You tied a [?] and boredom, Milan bring more than offer
 High exalted, boned a Lazarus sculpture
 You penny-weight style
 While my piece alone around three pounds
 I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason
 Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style
 Honeymooners like Jack Gleason
 Blessin' the whole reason
 Until my niggas maxed out, hold the axe out
 Whoever front, saw the procedure
 All you thugs now wit misdemeanors
 I seen y'all in clubs, poppin' Zima
 Fake minks wit' ninety-percent of it beaver
 Thought y'all was killin' 'em?
 I play the back wit' two dime Brazilians
 Cogniac and ice buckets, puttin' a slight chill to them
 Rock platinum like I sold a million
 Trapped on my island like Gilligan
 Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel 'em
 It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall
 Straight up the Malcom Boulevard
 Wit' no bars, I write scriptures
 Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business
 Caught a throat virus for spittin' sick shit
 Got niggas wildin; like "Who is this?"
 On this '99 classical edition
 If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at?)
 Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at?)
 I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that!
 If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at?)
 I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at?)
 I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby!