(Fo Chief)
When Chief in the buildin'
You get a feelin' about a million
Volts pumpin' through the floor and through the ceiling
Style at a zillion, y'all about a trillion miles from me
Mounds I be buildin'
Time for the realness, grind so you can feel this
And guaranteed up on the M-I-C that you ain't gonna even like Chief
Style never perpetual, I bet you won't
Come test me though
Conventional methods of interception, wreckin' you testicles
Cause
I'm hotter than a fever, pneumonia coma, I'mma see ya
You better clean up, if you wanna try me, open the flood gates
Call off FEMA
Ya boy is a beamer rippin', rhymin', shinin'
Dinin', tryna find divine, oh my, you know it's rhymin'
Chief on fire, must be the sunshine

(Kontrast)
Ain't no fakin' how we play the scene
You hear the game we breathe
You ain't prepared to see
A nightmare, right here
I'mma flip you another bird and in other words
Leave you up on the curb swervin'
Finna get respect like you ain't met the threat?
I'll serve all curveballs that'll break ya neck
Better learn quick 'fore I turn this into a purpose
To service the nervous disturbances if you ain't heard this
And you can feel the heat like reverbs from the furnace
We see you burnin' and it only gets worsened
In person, you hurt, and what's worse is you squirm
When you learn in returnin' that what you've earned made you worthless
But it's all sunshine of the fun kind
For a dumb sign, you can come and tell me one time
Who could come rhyme and run fine
I spun time
And none might ever deliver the shivers to make you quiver, right