I'm the N.I.N.O, I'll double up what you would wage
My fire, fry you, I’m Ryu when a Hadouken's waved

You should move away, I’m koo koo plagued
Light a fuse near this huge grenade, I'll blow up like Bobby Knight in his Hoosier days

I'm hungry ain't eat food for days, this music's craved
Like, “Where the fuck has Nino been? Ain't seen his ass since Luda's braids”
Guess it’s been a while, I'm all about my business now
I no-speak-a-language if you ain't talking them digits pal
I translate Dollars, Euros or when Pounds sum up
My interpreter's my checking account & route number
But dead the fame, I hex'd the game, a track gets killed, it’s Bless to blame
I'm on my Texas Chain Saw shit, leaving records slain
Are you not entertained? (Crowd Roars) I address this pain (Style’s Raw)
A rebel drained, I'm an outlaw, Jesse James
Now for these haters hurt, that say, that I ain't earn my way
Alright, Alright, Alright, mothafucka you gon’ learn today
I'm simply advancing, at a vigorous pace and it’s getting me antsy
Venomous flow enhances, This here's a cake walk kid no making the band scene
I am Tesla with a pinch of Fidel mixed with some Lansky
Pierce ya gristle when I'm gripping that pistol and let it whistle like Banshee
I X Men out, been destined
To be a legend since Magneto and Professor X was best friends
I re-load, On these foes, On beast-mode
When they see that new track on a blog all my fans are yelling out Nino!
The Streets watch, and the G's clock when He-Drops
Them Heat rocks, they keep these on repeat, while they Mean-Bop
Get Extreme top, from breezy's who work that mouth like a Beat-Box
I pull high maintenance chicks with White Tee's and a G-Shock
The day you see me “Akh”
ASAP-Rocky will out-rap Slaughterhouse at a release party for the Detox
(unh) Please stop
I'm a twist of Pete Rock, G. Rap, Nas, & Brother Ali, Mixed with D-Block
Let that beat knock, I will murk it anyway I choose, while Bless done paid dues, And made moves, I still ain't perform at Paid Dues, it’s cool
Snooze? You lose, The more I gotta prove, Lets get it on
Shit, I go weapons drawn, Decepticon, Watch the metal fly like Megatron
On every shit I'm on, I bring The Storm, Skip the Calm
Come gripped with Arms, That'll Clip’em then Lift’em up like the Knicks’ Iman

It’s Rap’s Goku, When I lift my arms
Take Pac, Big, and Pun's soul and drop a Fucking Spirit Bomb!

This Spic is the Devil’s vicious spawn
Fuck ya list, I'mma crash the party like Vincent Vaughn

Who scurred of me? The list is long
I'll kill’em on Tracks like Q-Tip did to Fat Joe in “Prison Song”