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Feel the earth tremble See the sky's turn red Eclipse the shootin' stars Turn your head Volcano's eruptin Rage int he sea Ain't the second comin' at Christ The first comin at me They say if you down wit the Nile it would throw off the rotation of the earth Well, messin wit me is worse Feel the rain Button up your overcoat Watch the ill and def bad boys go coast to coast Ya lookin for the best Well I'm right here Ya lookin for competition Ain't no one there Y'all in the stands and dissin' Kickin dirt and missin My heavenly flow put MC's in hells kitchen Uh, and I'm, I'm so, I'm hot Hot y'all burnin up HOT! I'm stepin It's like the weddin Between hope and armegeddon The hip-hop Moses where we headin (Chorus) I'm comin, I'm comin You can't stop me, you can't stop me I'm comin, I'm comin You can't hold me back, uh-uh I'm comin, I'm comin You can't stop me, ya can't stop me I'm comin, I'm comin Ya can't hold me back When I was born There was a rainbow formed with no sun Roy G. Bin markin the path for the chosen one An angel, my grandma told me 'fore she died Smart folks don't need to put no person in they rhymes So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin My life stacks me Jordan, 6 feet seem common Y'all hate, I retaliate Just by bein great Big Will, the enemy of ya mental state With the same rhyme I used to burn that I'd won the battle With the same rhyme I used to subdue you into sayin, "Look, I'd won the battle." MIB, WB my respect Black stealth bombarama Radar can't detect that "I'm comin," is what I scream As a team on with descipline Faith in the team And after smoke clears After life's rollercoaster See who stands puttin his mike in to his holster What (Chorus) Batten down the hatches and latch the doors Ya wanna try to match my wits wit yours Three hits I hit you, you hit the floor This track is the third hit That's for sure Be thick, reminiscin of a Botticelli I'm like a cheetah huntin Out on the Serengheti I got my x-ray vision through all in my way No plan B, distracts from plan A Stage, splittin in half Earth quake style Evacuate the premises The hardcore nemesis I never miss My flow Never flawed Grab the mikes and send electric shocks through the cord Quest for the reigns My only weapon's intuition My future position determine the mass position So young Jordan Bush I'm thinkin 'bout runnin Maybe not this time But trust dude... Uh (Chorus)