None of y'all can hang
  None of y'all can hang [repeated]
    [VERSE 1]
  Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found
  I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown
  Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist this
  Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
  Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka
  Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail
  Untangle your dreadlock, I mean deadlock
  I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock
  Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
  I been true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
  Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum
  Don't think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
  I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different sports
  Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
  Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
  I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
  But I know one thang
  None of y'all can hang
    None of y'all can hang
  None of y'all can hang [repeated]
    [VERSE 2]
  My style I kick, "You're flowin too quick"
  That's what I hear from the vicks
  I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick chicks
  Please, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em like fleas
  At ease, and even overseas they flip over these
  Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead stops em all
  I put em in headlocks, dreadlocks and all
  I'ma scuff vicks with lyrical ruff tricks
  Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a suffix
  You better maxwell and get smart
  Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp
  I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice pickles
  Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels
  And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds
  This time they all wanna diss mine
  Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly like this
  Come get with the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I
  Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow
  You suckers get played like a piccolo
  And I let you know one thang
  None of y'all can hang
    None of y'all can hang
  None of y'all can hang [repeated]
    [VERSE 3]
  Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
  And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's fingers
  Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with spice
  So precise, don't sacrifice, take my advice
  Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to elves
  Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate themselves
  Cuts like his, you lack that
  Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat
  Holdin the beat like a hostage
  Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage
  DJ Jihad be stickin cats
  Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
  ...get the catch?
  Suckers' hearts are ripped apart
  For tryin to get with the god Jihad
  Punk, that wasn't smart
  Yo, ain't it a damn shame?
  None of y'all can hang
    None of y'all can hang
  None of y'all can hang [repeated]
    (Get busy)
  (Get busy)
  (Get busier)