Yea! I ain't even got nothin' to say for real, you know what I'm saying'? Well I do, but I ain't gonna put it in the intro. I'm just go in. Yo, turn the beat up for me dawg.
[Verse 1]
When I be out, they see me out, Pinnacle's what they be screamin' out
In the kitchen, cooking up crack sauce, now you know what they be fiendin' bout
I know that I be tweakin' out, nasty on the track, I be freakin' out
When I fuck up the beat, I come in the booth with my penis out, now the secret's out
No doubt, I'm a beast on the track, it's a well known fact, when the click go clack
Then he go back, like a see-saw jack, thinking he's all that, when the beat go crack
They try to leech on, when beats be on, muhfucka's listen to me like put me on
Sorry brah, first I gotta put me on, I gotta grind dawg, gotta push these songs
Lyric is definitive, you know where the rhythm is, the equivalent to the tip of the pyramid
Know who it is, and you know we get it in, a little bit of biz, but a whole lot of ignorance
So cold wit it, the flow is right cuz, the rhythm'll hit em like a building full of snipers
Shittin on em, when I get up on the mic cuz, somebody please go get me some diapers
Hold up, lemme take that breath, I still go hard, when there’s nothing left
I grind out dawg, I do it to death, literally, I’ll do it to Death
Unzip my fly, unleash that meat. I beat on Death until I skeet
9 months later, I see a lil P, now you owe everything to me
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Pinnacle TheHustler, the hustle's in my name fam
No, it's no coincidence, it's just part of the game plan
Yea, bitch, I reign dance. Yea, bitch, I reign dance
I’ll bring it down on yo ass, call me the reign man
Hahaha, yea. Ayo, you know man, I don't smoke, but uhh. Ay Rah K, lemme see yo cigarette real quick man. Put my ashes out on these monkeys right quick.
I turn into Mike Tys on Fight Night when I see the mic light
And I be like I... Don't need jewelry but I'm still gon' shine
You can have my watch, but I'ma take my time
Better drop and go when I lock and load
Matter fact better stop, drop and roll
Don't touch no doors, don't breathe in smoke
Cuz you know I spit flames on the microphone
Got a liter of ether you can can smell it through the speaker
A beast on the beat you can see it in my features
Any emcee guaranteed to get beat cuz
Treat you like pizza, cuz I'm gon'; eat ya
Get em! Get em! Split em! Split em!
The track or the chick, either one gon' feel it
I'm concealin a villian that'll pillage a village
Killin all the children with a little bit of feelin
Everywhere we go, they wanna hear me flow
I be like no, they be "whoa"
They be like "Pinnacle, where's yo flow?"
I be like "Listener, where's yo dough?"
And know I'm -- ay where the beat go?
Right here, like yea,
I run the track like a pair of Nike Air's
On my mic (yea) I. am. right. here.