Freestyle #2 - Live From Tramps, New York / 1999

"I'm wit' you, I'm wit' you"

"Aight, yo, yo"

"Beat 'em in the head"

Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space

I'mma' sit on top of the world and ** on Brandy and Ma$e

I'm more than ill

Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill

Human horror film

But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me

'Cause I'mma still be a Madd Rapper

Whether I got money or not

As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot

I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht

But I would like an award

For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source

And a wardrobe I can afford

Otherwise, I might just end up back striking at Ford

And you wonder what the ** I need more Vicodin for?

Everybody's pissin' me off, even the No Limit Tank

Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off

No **, I'm a grave danger to my health

Why else would I kill you, then jump in the grave and bury myself?

"Aight, yo"

"Where the ** y'all at, **?"