There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been
Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'
The black 850 representin' my status
I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet
See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane
Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'
Divine Styler
I put my face in the dirt every time I pray
I'm steady rollin' with my head [unverified] up
If I pass my jinn I begin to win
So put down your juice, pass your jinn
Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn
Cockni O'Dire
'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts
From the phat back of blade, I must consume
Cockni O'Dire
I said take me from your House of Pain
I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins
I bow my head to the east five times a day
To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill
If I pass my jinn I begin to win
Push up on a skin, I begin to win
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover
Push up on a skin I begin to win
Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted
Divine Styler
'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom
There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest
My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal
My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'
