Yo, in the eyes of the lord Ain't no fraud I've swung my sword Chopped the mic chord Because I'm the mic lord You are the mic fraud I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours Just for the record, I'm back with a better CD for your ears Back with a better CD for your peers You ain't done a better CD in years Why? Because your work rate's low Me, you can call me the work rate pro Because I work all day till the cows come home You've been resting since cows left home Just for the record, I'm better than your best MC by miles Check my bars, they fit together like tiles Hurricane kicks way better than Guile's I'm a decade ahead, check out the miles You're a decade behind, that's a lot of miles Some call me wile, some call me wild Some people live their life with smiles Opposite, might be a hard phase Fronting, looking for my heart place Might've had a harsh taste of living the life in the harsh place The way you're living now, you wanted to be the last place I understand clearly, almost lost it nearly Everybody goes through heartache I'm full time, can't do it half way Wanna do a full one, yet you do it half day If you wanna see talent, come around our way Got spitters on the corner, spitting They do it for the love life, me and my past days Them days that you press on better days You rest and you ain't even better than your last days Fix up, because I'm looking at my last pay cheque And right now I'm approaching star gate Check me out because I'm who the stars [?] The level I'm spitting's too high for ya No bligh for ya, I wanna cry for ya Sound low, wanna turn up the mic for ya You wanna swing, I'll put an end to your hype for ya It's not "stop that, start that", ever you doubt me Never, because I'm not a breader on the mic for ya Pic up the mic, and I spray what I write For the crowd that I'm hyping up You better lighten up Your level of spitting is too low for me Go away, you wanna bring a shit flow to me You're not road to me Can't see 'em on the same stage Because you don't do the same shows as me To match your level of spitting is old to me See through you, can't act cold to me I'm like [?], I can do it overly The beats I make are like gold to me In the eyes of the lord Ain't no fraud I've swung my sword Chopped the mic chord Because I'm the mic lord You are the mic fraud I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours In the eyes of the lord Ain't no fraud I've swung my sword Chopped the mic chord Because I'm the mic lord You are the mic fraud I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours I got beats in my computer And when they land road, everybody's gonna lose their mind Promoters wanna do a club night just for the ravers Think quick, losing mind Cah when it's choosing time Got two bookings at night, moving nine You can never say I'm not moving grime See me in 09, it's moving time Step out the car, brand new jacket Brand new [?] jeans, too [?] It's life, living the dream with few [?] In the booth, main [?] When I'm in the [?], I breathe to life When you're in the studio, you bring a heat and knife And it's equal rights So I ain't bothered if you do it, because I'm equal, right Flying like an eagle high They should put me in a sequel of Eagle Eye I've got my vehicles right Couldn't be me if you tried Got me seeing the time Say you're a g but you lie And your whole crew got fried Served up, bread deals, too sides Keep the back when I shave two sides One level the same on all sides More trainers, more money Next house, next ride I flew above up so we can't collide You're stuck in the ends, can't see past your ride In the eyes of the lord Ain't no fraud I've swung my sword Chopped the mic chord Because I'm the mic lord You are the mic fraud I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours