text: In the zone like Keyser Söze, always the Usual Suspect
  No check, all I got in this game is my respect
  And Southern pride, Id be, checking my fucking head
  Scared, looking up in your face, boy, I see dead
  If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be
  Enemies in the Ps, freestyles be freebies
  I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldnt I?
  Wouldnt I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs
  Only the twenty piece mojo, flows on like Flo Jo
  I wanted to figure out, just how low could your hoe go
  The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin
  Never baking, rebuking Satan, we had you waiting
  For the Second Coming, funny how time flies when youre rhyming
  LaFace Records, I think they got that perfect timing
  To be doper than Saddam, believe the Nation of Islam
  Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffing that dope up out your car
  I think they overstep they boundaries
  Huh, OJ, not guilty, thats how they found he
  Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
  Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
  Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
  Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
  I felt the pressure like sun shining, while raining
  At the same time, I kept on rhyming, not complaining
  Storm braining cats and dogs, my catalog be the size of golf balls
  Throw up your Daisy Dukes Im Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs
  And Rosco P. Col people, who caboose my locomotive
  But enough of that, everyone can rap but lets say gift, suppose if
  I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I
  Compose, wont yall get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those
  Flows that aint hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
  But to each his own, my speech is born
  Keep that shit up outta my zone
  Long as you happy, then Im happy
  Even if you just hate my fucking guts, go head and dap me
  Cause Im gon dap you anyway
  And then go home and pray for your ass later
  Cause we might need you in this war, Im wailing on you traitors
  Like that