Verse One:
I eat in the streets/ Speak tongue and cheek over beats/ Deleting the weak, same time defeating the meek/ I'm a beacon of hope, trying to free my people from dope/ Same dope bought this Cherokee Jeep and this smoke/ They chiefin' it all, so I don't need a reason to ball/ speaking of ball, it's like I shoot 3s for Depaul/ But naw, I don't hoop, nigga my flow is just tall/ I'm on my Artest, Kobe Bryant, Odom, Gasol/ Rap tracks like (clak, clak) I pop and you fall/ You're too old to play the tough guy, you're Robert Duvall/ I'm spittin' this slang, I could be out soliciting 'Caine/ instead I'm flowing off the head and finding bitches to bang/ Witnesses claim, I blast with ridiculous aim/ I'm Nicolas Cage, kick ass when I'm rippin' the page/ Swishers and gin provoke me to grippin' the pen/ Listeners tend to say I be gettin' it in..

Hook:
I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT

Verse Two:
Scotty Appleton/ higher than the scaffolding that used to be above the ring on Pay Per View wrestling/ Word to Massilon, my lyrics be tackling/ weed by the 'zips'.. I ain't talking about Akron/ Nigga you're saccharine, we are not 'equal'/ Your feeble attempts to move the people are fecal/ (You're doo-doo) I perform more than you do/ Matter of fact, my Youtube's got more show footage than Hulu/ I represent THE-5IVE, no Fubu/ Lungs blacker than Shaka Zulu in Honoluu/ I'm doing sodoku digits like it's '02/ I pull broads, you be draggin' balls... Goku/ You heard Get Right or Get Left, this is part two/ You're kicking them gangsta ass tales that's part true/ So your label pushed you back- "Sky blue, sky blue.. they put every body out except for you"

HOOK
I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT

Verse Three:
Nigga, I flip- my flow is on a pummel horse/ I'm doing magic on the track, the black Dumbledore/ And if I don't win a dumb award, at least I get some applause/ 'Cuz me and my fans be on one accord/ I don't got one Accord, I got a Lex/ I got arrested in my Ford, 'cuz I hit her with my 'Flex'/ But I know what you're pissed for, you tricked til you were piss poor/ and she still chose me, and I be shoppin' at the thrift store/ I don't got swag, nigga I got game/ so my rap's on the top of the map like Bangor, Maine/ The modern day Dana Dane, gwop like Dana White/ I'm Common and Dana Owens flowin'.. Just Wright/ Night, night bitch nigga, my verse will be your lullaby/ When the reefer gets mummified/ Kiss your baby mother bye/ If you're talkin' bout fake thugs, you're talkin bout them other guys/ But discuss which niggas are live/ mention THE-5IVE..

HOOK
I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT

Verse Four (yes, this song has 4 verses, what of it???)
I got the breath of a philosopher floatin' through my Chakras/ Puffin' on hydroponics from Nicaragua/ I'm so retarded, if they made a movie about my life whoever portrayed me would win an Oscar/ Fans like to see MCs who do it proper/ So they bouncing off the wall like under cooked pasta/ Catch me in the kitchen, but I'm not cooking crack/ I'm at the kitchen table, 'bout to power up my Mac/ When I power up my Mac, an hour later flat/ I've devoured 8 tracks and a Now-n-Later pack/ Tropical Punch, I eat topics for lunch/ Don't forget, I can flow off the top in a crunch/ I've got a hunch, you ain't dropped a dope verse once/ Hot beats to wack rhymes are like Kush to stale blunts/ I inhale blunts after a long day stressed/ I'm a ballin' Mother fucker... Delontae West..

HOOK
I MAKE YOUR RAMBLING STOP, CUZ GOD DAMMIT YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WITH ANDERSON SCOTT