Who's Who - Solomon Childs, G-Clef da Mad Komposa

I’m talking to you muthafucka, you hear me?

Get 'em, fucker…

You ain’t that swoll, muthafucka

And anyway, the nine shells’ll deflate you

Besides, you know who to front on

You know who the fuck’s who

When I was young they used to call me Toucan

I smell war, nigga, these cowards gon' have me force the hand

This is real hip hop, shoot up your MTV Making the Band

My steelo a hundred grand, dealing with pot niggas

Call me the baker’s man, bomb in the crack of my ass

Lick rounds like the Taliban, move on the marked vans

Thought you reigned forever, I spoiled your plans

You ain’t hard muthafucka, I leave you where you stand, Gatling Island

Slaughterhouses, been bout it, been getting CREAM, you bitches

I had the slugs hit you off your crutches

The J.O.'s exclusive white and mustard

The flow’ll leave you flustered, gargling your lungs

And staple a ransom note, to your little boy’s tongue

Broadway and Henderson, landmark, Childs

Already a landmark, I let him fly in broad daylight

As well as the dark…

Don’t step too close to me, cuz I ain’t playing

Don’t act like you can’t catch one in your ribs, cuz I ain’t playing

Don’t act like I won’t pop you and your baby mother, at the movies, I

Ain’t playing

Don’t act like the shit is a game, nigga, I ain’t playing, playing, fucker…

Nigga, I got this nigga, turn my fucking back, muthafucka

B-Town, nigga, Slaughterhouses, Killa Mob

Blood…