Call my verses cooked crack, cuz these are heat rock I make/
listening to them over & over will brainwash & intoxicate/
the hood rappin non boarder, but these blocks I skate/
handin out my cds, the true definition of "drop some weight"/
half'll keep it, half'll throw it away, no worries, I love to cop the hate/
but rest assured if you threw it away I will plot ya fate/
I'm that rapper you should be listening to, there's not too much on ya plate/
Mike Jones flow, call me up, 702-232-2438/
I said, Mike Jones flow, call me up, 702-232-2438/
Nahh I don't gotta stoop to that level, cuz this kid is fire/
Unsigned artist lookin for someone to show me the money like Jerry Maguire/
but they only grab artists these days that rarely inspire/
I'm the typea dude that'll make ya retire/
go back to your small town and rejoin the church choir/
& I won't stop til I'm the king of this whole empire//
