My name is Laurent, A.K.A. Lau the G
Or call me G Lau, and don't mess with me
Or else I'm gonna hit you with a 1, 2, 3
And going out there, looking for all of your teeth
Got this beat from my man Ahkel
We got you on lock feelin' like you in a cell
These thugs out here'll make ya life a livin' Hell
They'll have you resting, with the ring of the church bell
You know I'm lookin' fly, rockin' muy new mohawk
I'm spittin' hot rhymes, you know they got no flaws
G's wear cold ice, that are bigger than a stone or rock
Don't waste my time, you think you better than me, hell no, dawg.
I'm Catholic, so I'm kinda spiritual
So I guess you can say that I believe in myricals
So it's a myrical, that I've become so freakin' lyrical.
Mess wit me, and you'll feel pain, I'm talking 'bout physical!
I've commited a crime, I've killed so many rhymes
I listen to REAL rap, like Wu and Tribe
So go ahead, gimme a like and subscribe
Well, I'm outta here, peace, deuces, good-bye!