Hook:
Who Dat, Who Dat, I don't know his name, but he killing every beat, man, I swear, that boy insane/
Who Dat, Who Dat, yeah he sound nice, I'll lace yo shit too, nigga, for the right price/

Verse 1:
I'm that nigga, flow like trigga, know I'm from that East man, no town bigga/ talk shit, like I can't, hold my liquor, you rap like my Little Brother, no Fontigga/ hop on board, or you could go by river, many ways you could die, that is yo dilemma/ TR Izza, wolf to the Sheep, was built from the streets, in other words I'm a beast/ nigga please,..ya nah won fuck wit a Don, ya nah won, tink dat me bluff, and ya wrong/ my Camp is a Crisis, ya crew is a bunch of switch siders, that's why I can't fuck wit Lebron/ wake up in the morning, I get up, then I'm gone, on a paper chase, won't come back, til its dawn/ want this forever, I'm a rap til I'm gone, and even then my soul, resurrect in a song/

Hook:
Who Dat, Who Dat, I don't know his name, but he killing every beat, man, I swear, that boy insane/
Who Dat, Who Dat, yeah he sound nice, I'll lace yo shit too, nigga, for the right price/

Verse 2:
Rhyme spitta, mind splitta, dime hitter, got every nigga saying, (Yo that's my nigga)/ tell me why y'all bitter, is it because I bomb niggas, with the Rhyme Rhythm, that the God given/ I had a dream, I was bigger than life, with a bad wife, right beside me, glittered in Ice, standing on Mount Olympus, looking down at y'all misfits, y'all need me to eat, I'm throwing down, brown Knishes/ palm the world, in my palm, and I whirl it around, spittin movies, like Brian De Palma, converted to sound/ put me on any stage, I swear, I'm burning it down, TR's the only rose, in that dingy hole in the ground/ I'm from another era, when niggas used to spit hard, and if he got you this round, you do him 1 better/ but now its all youtube, the shit is all doo doo, these niggas can't rap, and ya image, all poodle/ and bitches got they hands all out, Ms. Foo Foo, wit me you get nothing mama, Big Boo Boo/ and yeah my clique brutal, my clique bruise you, we make soup, out ya big noodle, fucker/ bring the ruckas, like Wu-Tang, this how we do thangs, whether written down, or off the top, like a Toupee/ you could get wit it, or you could skate, like Lupe, TR get wild for the night, like Juve/ I strong arm niggas, like the gov't on the war on niggas, a Warlord nigga/ spit shit that make you be like, hold on nigga, over ya head, you feelin like a moron nigga/ Jay should've never hit record on niggas, I'm like granny pulling out the cord on niggas/ whipping that ass, whipping that ass, put this shit out nigga, mix it real fast/ I'm starting to see, motherfuckers, really get gassed, now y'all don't, y'all don't, wanna see me really get mad/ I'm the Big man on campus, El Capitain, HNIC, and every other word, that's the Man/ this nigga ain't a boss, he a herb, wit a plan, you not a backpacker, you a nerd, wit some fans/ TR so clean, but I prefer Dapper Dan, I hit one time, now ya hoe back again/