With a camera aimed at cats, that get too close, sneak up on you and pat you on the back,
kick back and relax, paint the windows with what's underneath their hat, I'm back on tracks, verbal, and written, haters tried to beat me down, but their girl was smitten, from tiger cub, to full grown, they wanna throw hands/ they get bitten, mnk 99 all day, from here, till the NSA, and FBI take me out the game, voices may, but I never changed, always been the same, how can I xplain, in this mentally, before my inception, and conception, no misrepresension, nor aprehension, lyricists get slain, before MANIK ever hit the blockchain. That's just a comment, tell mofos in TO, I'm back to HAUNT IT.