Down-> Right + Fierce

That's what my friends call me.

I love it when you underestimate the value of my mental estate,

My construction has grown to something of an empire state-

I'm professional in my art, you're still cookie cutting and using paste,

I do this naturally while others try to catch up; looking messy in their haste.

Ripping off a face, kicking some a*s-

This is starting to get tedious,

Dull as lines we've heard over and over in the past.

Just sit back,

Let me be creative, I got a knack-

For getting dawgs and b*****s to go wild-

Like a tempting Scooby snack.

My writings are soldiers in unlimited barracks-

The ammo never ends, my levels have all been maxed.

I'm slamming the game like when you give a basketball to Shaq.

I keep getting at ya,

Fiending polish in lyrics is my equivalent to crack.

I don't need a couple of dollars and I don't give a s**t about stacks-

This is to counterattack

All on the radio I've heard that's whack.

Any spaz with a pen could write about dollars and b*****s,

But they can't do the math right when it means getting down to business.

Check my equation,

Higher than a space station.

Alien invader;

Bringing more danger than lasers.

I can see the method of all the paper chasers,

But I'm more interested in the concrete,

You're just riding vapors.

You might end up busting your balls later,

Like a egotistical skater,

Failing on a grind.

You live to the best of your ability when you ain't obsessed with time.

That's just what I know.

But I'd rather live to my best extent than count the seconds like an inmate on death row.

So...

This Thanksgiving, I'm just gonna be frank and ignore the Turkeys,

You can go ahead and judge,

But do so after you better observe me.

And open up your mind,

To a more eloquent design.

Anyone trying to knock me out my area of expertise will be denied.

Maybe even fined.

Pay the piper,

Or end up looking like a bigger a*****e than holes left by snipers.

The big boy has a style that surpasses you babies rocking diapers,

Hotter than a blaze, set off by a gasoline doused lighter.

Forever, I'll make sure my s**t kicks harder than Ryu in Street Fighter.