» Crime Wave Freestyle

Are we talkin' bout gossip or we talkin' bout rhymes?/
Mindin' your own business or you talkin' bout mine?/
(Okay) I think it's bring the coffins out time/
And we ain't playin' Hopscotch when we're chalkin' out lines!/
So don't walk without a nine, snipers fire in these streets, n*gga!/
And me? I'm Michael Myers to these beats, n*gga!/
Straight murder for wealth/
I'm JigSaw; I just bait you to the trap and let you murder yourself!//
Gotta be careful what I say 'cause they're listenin'/
To my words waitin' to twist 'em and then act as if I'm dissin' 'em/
So they can play the victim when it's all said and done/
Only the guilty respond! It was all said in fun/
Back from hiatus, had to polish the composition/
Ain't changed none, still don't acknowledge the competition/
If I let him know he's there then he'll be a step closer, see?/
I can't stoop to his level; he might step over me!//
Not supposed to a steppin' stool when you're on the pedestal/
Meaning: there're none higher, just beware of gun fire/
I'm the one writer my peers hate/
And Nas was nineteen, so I feel like I'm already a year late!/ O_O                                                          I'm still iLLmatic, rhyme book is like a pot of gold/                                                                            Buried inside a hole, resting beside Saddam's soul!/
So they're all callin' a truce when it's war/
I just, walk in the room and hang a noose on the door, or!//
Step out of line and get your spinal collapsed/
Oh n*ggaz gassin' you up? Lemme find you a match/
It's time to attack, you can't crucify karma/
Just take away the pen and I'm a suicide bomber!!/
Say I ain't the Greatest? Homie you talkin crazy/
Your chances are Slim, and I ain't talkin Shady/
Can't put me in a zone with these n*ggaz/
Feelin' like a slave master, how I keep ownin' these n*ggaz!//