text: Test one
  One, two, test, motherfucker
  Mic check, one, two 
  Roof
  Fuck a bitch, beat my ass, hoe, damn
  Just- just checkin my shit
  I gotta check my shit to make sure my shit tight
  Thats how I do my shit, nigga
  You know?
  Do your shit how you do your shit
  Its cool, I aint trippin, you heard?
  Ima do mine
  Dont fuck, dont fuck wit the braids
  You cant fuck, you cant fuck wit the braids
  Dont fuck, dont fuck wit the braids
  You cant fuck, you cant fuck wit the braids
  You cant stop me, cocky
  Just watch me, watch me
  Aint gon be no carbon copies
  Drop it, cant mock me, too sloppy, now stop it
  You shouldve known better, or is it cause I flow better, they kept me in the shade
  But now Im back, motherfucker, its the nigga with the cannon for the tooth swingin with the braids
  Dont fuck, dont fuck wit the braids
  They cant fuck, they cant fuck wit the braids
  Dont fuck, dont fuck wit the braids
  They cant fuck, they cant fuck wit the braids
  Roof, roof, roof, braids
  Roof, roof, roof, braids
  Right before the dope man, I dont sing but my rhymes gon bang
  Make the ink on the page catch flame and it light like propane
  No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain
  No card, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang
  Giving these bitches something vicious
  I got them falling to pieces like porcelain dishes
  Im dirty, I get all the way down on the ground wit the work
  Memorize, take a picture, write a book, I dont give a fuck
  I learned to fly, ground rip up
  Im here, lay down and give up
  Nigga, you aint gonna leave me out my entrance, inches
  Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence
  Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt, get back
  I get very scary like a gat in this bitch, whats happening
  I rip racks and pop TECs
  Im so poppin they just got to rap what I spray
  Sometimes I gotta watch what I say
  Im so wild, cause Im from round where the crocodiles play
  Dont play wit me now or later
  I make you say, Aww, give it to me, dont be that way
  Im tellin ya, couldnt tell you wit the mute
  I been doing this shit, how to train em, how to use em
  Just apply the proper respect
  Im tactically selective with the maximum effect
  But eclectic, brown perfected
  It just dont get no colder, bitch, if Im perfected
  Yall niggas couldnt pop a rubberband
  You fucking with the man wit the braids
  Wit the braids
  Dont fuck, dont fuck wit the braids
  They cant fuck, they cant fuck wit the braids
  Dont fuck, dont fuck wit the braids
  They cant fuck, they cant fuck wit the braids
  Roof, roof, roof, wit the braids
  Roof, roof, roof, swing the braids
  Big spark create a fire, goddamn it
  Get into it, get off; get down, get cross, get tied
  For my Million and my Mychelle
  My Mama and my brother and my nephew and myself
  The man upstairs, cause I kept it up
  For my niggas, and my rounds, back down
  Bout to step it up 
  Put in some cash and some Outkast beats
  Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat
  Michael Tyler, rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer
  The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer, aint nobody lie
  Starting them out of a team, city of Seam
  With 100 suckers and a busta
  And Im still clean! Hollering hi-ya
  Right before I chop you in your throat
  Another rapper say Im on my way
  To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door
  You cant stop me! How then
  Just watch me, watch me
  Aint gonna be no calling Congress
  You cant drop me, you cant block me, who stop me
  Its outside, you shouldve known better
  Is it cause I flow better, they kept me in the shade
  But now Im back motherfuckers
  The nigga with the cannon for the two
  Swinging with the braids