I’m Talkin To You

I’m the man you done heard about
Spreaded by word of mouth
One of the truest guys, reppin deep in the freakin south
Now I’m gonna spit some shit that a lotta niggas need to hear
That the Los is the man, a nigga you really need to fear
Cuz the mind and the body are on one accord
Cuttin niggas down with the real samurai sword
Think ya little jockin can really touch my level
You beneath me in the ground, you too deep for my shovel
I’m talkin to you, cuz you think you above Los
Where you the punk who need the help the most
Basically, I’m talking to you, not walkin with you, not even stalking you.
Just tryin to spread the word, actually, kinda sorta hawking you
Ya need to quit jaw jackin, flappin ya gums up and down
King’s finally arrived, homeboy, hand me my freakin crown
Ya need to quit jaw jackin, flappin ya gums up and down
King’s finally arrived, homeboy, hand me my freakin crown