yo check this out i came out clean. i brought up my guns and a beat that is mean. im an expert when it comes to my hit. now im selling records making the grits. shiny on my wrist. only top class liquor when i piss. tequila inported from mexico. you say you want beef, homeboy, let it go. dont get to deep, then start loosing sleep... ill shut yo eyes permenent!, rest. saying you wont stop till i call you the best!!!!! well dont stop. i just wont do it. you aitn got shit dawg, and i thought you knew it.but; my bad for letting you know. time for you to die!! now you gotta go....skeem this, and skeem that. skeem pist now skeem on the bat. i will drop you. hit you till you stop breathing. all that shit dawg now you are releaving. it is obvious you didnt make it on the street. now you wanna make it sound like you really got the heat. yeah you got the heat!!!!cause skeem is burning you!! you are a bitch now skeem is renting you. holla back lil dude. cause you aint shit. if i were you i would fucking quit. how many fools havent i retired.many died when my guns got fired. my name got to the top of the list. i creep my self slowly. you say you are better dawg show me. dont call me nigga i aint black. i aint racist but i really stick to my thoughts. i dont use the words cause its not my shots.it be like some one calling a black male a spic. my shit is real thats why it sticks. you aint black neither im the one true beanner. iam the SKEEM dawg dont ever forget. you will regret, the fact that you did. now you got a busted fat lip.....skeem

yo, why is tha world such a fucked up place/
why is there so many girls wit a fucked up face/
why is there so many fucked up drugs,and im addicted to em all/
oh yeah, cuz im a fucked up thug, i guess thats what im called/
why is there so many fucked up things/
like this nigga martin luther king, wit his fucked up dream/
but i aint racist, naw never think that/
this games like a chain, and teddi's where tha kinks at/
and why is there so many fucked up m.c.'s/
oh yeah, cuz they had to go and fuck wit me/
im tired of skeemin for dope to flip to get money/
im tired of this world takin everythang from me/
im tired of not bein able to close my eyes/
because i too high from smokin too much ice/
im tired of always bein spun out and strung out/
i smoke so much i think im bout to cough my lungs out/
can you believe im sayin this, bein 18 years old/
and i do think this nigga skeem is cold/
hes tha best m.c. that ive seen since me/
why do i gotta think tha whole world is against me/
why do i make money, but theres people makin more/
and why do i ask these questions that theres no explanation for?

yo im going to give you a proposition, its the message i got to fulfill ny mission. amunition/ kept on lock. only fire when hostile to take over a block. i keep my stach hidden in the trash. the world collide when two good rappers collapse. the world is against everyone, and anyone. they all looking for the bennefit of their own. the hood and alleys is what i call my home. i pack a pistol chrome!! in case of disorder. i got snow white crossing over the border. i keep my shit straight imperial. i killed mcs in a number that is serial. i chill smoke out and eat my cereal. slanga yo style is sick. its like a magician with a bri new trick. leaving people amazed. maybe we'll chill and just blaze. write shit to take over the world, that is lyrically mentioned, bring the heat and leave haterz on tenssion. oh yeah i forgot to mention........"...im da skeem dawg, the best method of conquer.." tricky, sneaky, to follow the road. like a sailor taking over the boat. silent but deadly. i take shots that are strictly headly....skeem....im way to high...............i liked yo shit man....skeem