[Intro]
All the real niggas
1-3, you know what I'm sayin'
Let me know if you're ready for me

[Verse 1]
Bitch niggas... want me to set it, forget it now it's on!
It's that blizzard, better yet, it's me, kid, I be that storm
I swarm, [ban 'em from brusin'?], mad form skill I'm the master
[Contending me?], the sickest thing you know, so call me cancer
The answer to chumps, I flip stunts like daredevils
You couldn't ride my meat, even if you was off some pedals
I'm the metal, so cock me back, BOOM!, and blast me off
Might cross paths and laugh at crews who get tossed...
Across. - You pay thе price, and the flames I bе igniting
I shines in the dark, fake [fruits?] require lighting
Lightning, I strike when struck, you'll feel the consequences
Knockin' yo' ass silly, you'll get a dream about catchin' your senses
I got more [?] than beginnings of paragraphs, starin' half
I'm the first through the last, begin to graph
I gas my [verbal?] ability, crazily
Is ya ready, lord have mercy, is ya for me

[Chorus]
(1, 2, 3...)
Beauty and mercy, bless the boy [?]
(Let me know if you're ready for me)
For them real crews, bitches and niggas representin'
Drinkin' mad brew, kid you know how we do
[?]
(Let me know if you're ready for me)
[Anonymous?] mercy, Beauty and mercy, bless the boy [?]

[Verse 2]
These niggas be regrettin', cuz yo, when I'm settin', ain't no forgettin'
Mics get shredded, niggas get this hype as I let it
Drop to freakin' out, who is this nigga with the flow?
Packin' a man's spliff from my hip to my (toes)
What keeps 'em open? [And knock a dosin'?], cuz' I'm the chosen
Niggas be on my dick like their last name is [?]
I'm that sniper, that makes you hyper go get me a diaper
For shittin' on crews who try to test me on the mic
Again, I'm... no joke niggas, I smoke on the crack of a [code/coke?]
My style needs to be tuned, cuz' it's toned like [?], woah
Records I broke for giving microphones strokes
I play the [?], because I measure every angle like spoons
It's Master S, I be that new kid. Better never confuse it
[?] die for my music, the truth kid
Coming from the heart, I spark shit like a [shark/shart?]
Put me on the mics, in any session I'm a [car?]

[Chorus]
(1, 2, 3...)
Beauty and mercy, bless the boy [?]
(Let me know if you're ready for me)
For them real crews, bitches and niggas representin'
Drinkin' mad brew, kid you know how we do
[?]
(Let me know if you're ready for me)
[Anonymous?] mercy, Beauty and mercy, bless the boy [?]

[Verse 3]
They best to kill that infant drama, [Arama?] sendin' threat to they mama
I'm on ya, putting yo' ass to sleep like pajamas
Get with it, you start the beef, bitch, then I'mma finish
I'll pop ya eye, for fuckin' wit' me when I'm on the spinach
My scrimmage line you stepped on, I'm [hemp?] strong, you dead wrong for flexin'
I'm way hotter a burnin' TEC
The next one, to ever think about a fuckin' battle can I rattle
Yo' ass'll try the boat without ya fuckin' paddle
You best to think twice before you have that thought
You ought to fought or fight yourself or challenging me in my sport
I'm resort to gun clappin', I'm slapping, the nappies out a nigga
I be releasing more tensions than a swigger, bigger
Niggas I break and weight down their ankles
They see while they tryna their anato dismantled
I handles my biz, word to mama, kid, I'm that wiz
Is he [new need?] no doubt, cuz I got 5 on the [iz?], check it out

[Chorus]
(1, 2, 3...)
Beauty and mercy, bless the boy [?]
(Let me know if you're ready for me)
For them real crews, bitches and niggas representin'
Drinkin' mad brew, kid you know how we do
[?]
(Let me know if you're ready for me)
[Anonymous?] mercy, Beauty and mercy, bless the boy [?]