-Black It's like that as I wind up my wrist Check out the smack of the scientific fist But on a level to the East I go Cause with Freedom or Death, there
my face is quick to chalk a frown Cause I don't trust nobody, nope not a god damn soul So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold Thinking
the twelfth of always She walks my hallways I keep her warm, but we never kiss She cuts my slender wrists Let's waste some more time I sign the dotted line A different level
[Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill
If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level Hit me once fucking D M and two times Popping like two nines
diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level
the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please 3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh
tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz
[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker Blowing niggas tops, what
swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the devil Intelligence level
Eminem] "Rock City, Royce, 5'9, Slim, Shady" [skirt] "COME ON!!" [Royce Da 5'9"] Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle, nine
no hair in between, know what I mean? [Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)] [Puff] Ladies and gentlemen.. [Eminem] There's several different levels
strikin' 'em up To keep 'em in flow mo You step and you're stuck Now, what in the fuck Is up with this dumb shit? I'm packin' a nine most all of the
of we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level
s takin no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My
