Hollerin' at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
It ain't that you sellin', it's your karma
My third eye is like pink eye, seemin' contagious
Don't give a fuck where you chartin', certain shit I can't honor
As he described how the bucks hit him
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
I said it's here
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
It's here
Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin' freedom on pages
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin'
It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
It's here
At times my going forward seems like retreat
It's here
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
Redeemin' the ancients with ageless rhyme jargon
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
