Here in D Block, people be afraid to walk, payed not to talk, for fear, of findin them out lining chalk, comin up with the raps, not tryin to mock, I'm just, tryin to talk, just spittin my lyrics just...Listen to these rhymes I hope ya hearin it, no need to be fearin it, in the game I'm clearin it, words so hot guard yourself young buck like the heat I'm searin it. o.o

They call me Mike, Michael, Mikey, Ey yo Big Mike, my lyrics so cold, lyrics so, bold, lyrics on fire, makin, fake ass rappers retire, they spit, and flow from my mind they go, from my keyboard to my mouth, my flows ignite, hearin somethin so tight, what a fright, high as a mothafuckin kite, tonight, whiskey is the flavor of choice D Block, is the label of choice let's go, over to tha crib, let's, sip on some Hen let's, listen to that rap shit, professional assed flows, to they face they will hit.