Unf**kwittable (feat. George Clinton & Passion)

One time for your motherfuckin mind, yeah

This is Erotic in the house

With my ****, Jamal

My **** Calif

Passion in the motherfuckin' house

The unfuckwittable individuals, that's us, yeah

With this laid back shit they about to rip

And, uh, by the way

I got my dog George Clinton in the house with us

To get it up, right

And, uh, it's gonna be about that time

A **** to... lay it down

And, uh, as long as you realize

That it can't be fucked with

You can get with this

Right

You can't fuck with this

Check it

I make your eardrums bleed like a 9 millimed

**** steppin' up like they wanna see me

I be the P to the A, double-S, crooked I

You and your crew contemplating suicide

Your troops callin' truce when I let the flavor loose

Like a deuce deuce, now who want the proof?

Def Squad's over here, step to the rear

I got the shit you don't wanna hear, the shit you fear

The money talks and the bullshit walks

Recognize the realest streets of New York

Mally G got my back like a trigger to a mack

10 and I'm rollin' in a jet black Benz

No foes, everybody knows the code of the streets

**** don't sleep cause **** got to eat

Follow my styles like rituals

I be the unfuckwittable, lyrical individual

It's unfuckwittable

You can't get next to this shit

You can't get next to this shit cause it's unfuckwittable

Yeah, now as I think for a sec, wait a Goddamn minute

These **** all up in it like they want it and they with it

Full of envy and testing me lyrically

I don't follow no beats, I let the beats follow me

Lyrical metaphors are ready for your brain

Coming down like rain, I bring the pressure and the pain

And, fallin' on your back like bird shit

You fell Into the pits of Passion, and poison strike the membrane

Saying my name in vein causes pain

Back to reality, your fairytale is over

**** be wishing upon stars and four leaf clovers

But I be wishing upon styles and microphones

God bless the child who bites her own now

Styles are invisible, critical

Passion is lyrically unfuckwittable

That's what this is

This is some unfuckwittable shit

Matter of fact this...

See I be standing in the middle of circumstances that cause

**** to get they ass lit, till they shit in they drawers, ha-ha

Here to drop the funk hydraulic pump acupuncture

Passion and Jamal here to taunt ya

Flow for flow, back to back, we kill tracks

**** don't understand how we do it like that

Representation, no perpetration

All we see is trick ass **** in the nation of player-hation

But I just play it cool instead of playin' the fool

Cause MC's get stuck like glue with the tool

For the residuals, Jamal's the unfuckwittable

Lyrical individual

It's unfuckwittable

Most incredible

You ain't seen no shit like this

This is some next shit

And you can get it next to nothing

Never get next to this shit, next to this shit

It's unfuckwittable

Quite incredible

Oh, it's unfuckwittable

Yeah, check this shit out

Well alright, shit